Huge fan of human connection, and love, and loss, and laying in the dark at night with the fan on thinking about things other people taught me and crying grateful happy tears
im putting a fruit sticker on you. im sprinkling blades of grass on you. im offering wedges of my tangerine to you. etc.
heirloombabydoll-deactivated201
Tove Jansson and lover and collaborator Tuulikki Pietilä on their tiny rocky island of Klovharu where they spent their summers over many decades, 1955.
IF THE ROUTINE NO LONGER SERVES, YOU MUST ALTER THE PATTERN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? YOUR LIFE STARTS WITH YOU
steady companionship, washing the dishes, remembering each other's favorite food, mending the little traits and habits that make us insufferable to put up with, a constant affection that is not disturbed by fantastic highs or devastating lows, patience, good humor, a shared commitment to being good to each other. a mountain of happiness built one pebble at a time, every day, for decades.
and bids for attention returned positively at least seventy percent of the time, according to the sociologists.
When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut
The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.
oh to be in love just like gaspard and lisa <3