Finding a fresh new daydreaming plot is honestly the best feeling.
slowly regrowing my attention span but it feels like that one time i tried planting some peas in the garden when i was 12
they need to invent somewhere where I belong
— Tomas Espedal, in “Tramp: Or the Art of Living a Wild and Poetic Life”
this is happening to me for a reason. i do understand that it's happening because i haven't fully reached the potential of being at full peace with myself, my existence in this world, as i am. that as long as i search for that peace in other people it will keep happening to me again and again. that as long as i don't let go of wanting to be in control over this, it will keep happening to me.
The View down the Long Border early in the Morning - Francis Hamel
British , b. 1963 -
Oil on linen , 46 x 36 cm.
Magical morning in the marsh
Your trauma responses once kept you safe. Thank them, then gently let them know their job is done. It's time to grow.
imagine ur living inside a tiny mushroom house... with a tiny chimney.... deep in the woods... no one knows u exist... u make soup in a tiny pot.....u are free
"what was your childhood like?" idk I wasn't there