'Valkyrie' By Edward Robert Hughes, C. 1915.

As the seasons change, so do I

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."

-Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

If only I ever become rich

The Library of Thorvald Boeck (1902). Harriet Backer (Norwegian, 1845-1932). Oil on canvas. National Gallery, Oslo, Norway.

Olaf Thorvald Boeck (1835-1901) was a Norwegian lawyer, civil servant and book collector. His library was known for its time as the largest private library in Norway. Backer’s painting incorporates only one part of the library.

Terrarium Life collection~

I painted these way back during the pandemic (hence the hoard of toilet paper and Switch that I wish I had, but they were all sold out) No pandemic now but the chimney smoke from all the neighbors have made the air unbreathable and I'm stuck inside again 😭 cuddling my dog, drinking tea

tending to my fish tank and my plants

“A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.”

Khalil Gibran

“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”

— Mandy Hale

Golden Hour by Damian Cyfka

 Big Trees Trail

Prints - Framer.art

i think it’s really important for everyone to have high standards in love. then, it’s important for people to start treating themselves the way they expect from a loved one.

learn to write long reassuring passages for your own self when you feel low. likewise, make a make a cup of herbal tea and make a playlist for your own self. take pictures of you smiling under the sunshine and post that appreciation post for your own self. watch the movies that you would make your loved ones watch and cook your favourite meal for the movie. tuck yourself in bed with a cozy blanket and turn those fairly lights on for your own self. buy flowers and buy tiny little gifts. take yourself out to a cozy places and write poetries about you being in love with yourself despite the struggles. tell yourself that you still love yourself when you’re breaking down and your mascara has spread beneath your eyes because of the tears. tell yourself you’re in love with the mess because you’ve also always loved the best.

learn to be in love with yourself the way you romanticise someone else doing it for you because at the end, it’s you who will complete you.

-nishtha.

It's October now. And I'm back in the city

I long for the cold early morning. With fog covering the forest. Drinking tea on the porch staring at the bright yellow birch trees.

Swimming, naked, in a swirling mist, in water that's warmer than the air.

Curling up in an armchair with a book and a cup of hot chocolate.

Watching the moon and the stars, wrapped in thick jackets.

Exploring museums in long skirts and shalls.

Smelling the rain, on a cold walk in the forest.

Next October...