A rare sight By Roberto Bertero
long conversations over warm cups of coffee – echoes of laughter – brown leaves glow gold under the setting sun – walking slower than usual – the smell of an old book and the curving strokes of calligraphy – distant music playing from another room – orange everywhere and the crunch of leaves as boots step on them – pumpkin spice lattes and candles and cakes – study dates with friends at an old library – the distant sound of rain...
Excluding the music
Mosaics from the Episcopal Basilica in Stobi, Macedonia
Byzantine, 5th - 6th century
Drag your feet to the prayer mat, until one day your heart drags you.
I love being calm. I love knowing that I have control over where my attention goes. I love choosing peace.
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Now that I actually have a comfortable amount of money, I can say that it does indeed buy happiness. The guilt free occasional food delivery, being able to afford going out w friends, buying something that makes life easier, health appointments!, hiring a service. Y'ALL THEY LIED
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They really did though. There's so much.
Helping a friend in need without worrying about if they can pay you back before your next paycheck. Short-notice travel in emergencies. Replacing things when they break instead of either trying to tape them back together for 50% function or going without. Heck, being able to buy better-quality things that don't break within the year. Taking a day off without destroying your budget (though if you're making better money you probably have paid time off, don't get me started). Getting out of slumlord rentals. Hobbies!! (Seems small until you don't have time or money or energy just for playing and having fun.)
There's a point at which additional money stops buying more happiness, which is where rich people are at, so I think it's our responsibility as a society to relieve them of that oppressive extra wealth and redistribute it to people who would be made happy.
Why is hair so high maintenance I think we should be able to control our hair with our minds fuck this
you never know where you’ll be in a year, so don’t worry too much about that. just work with what you have now, the good and the bad. we only have to go one day at a time.
I love when people talk deep with me. when it’s not just a ‘what’s up’ conversation, it’s one filled with random thoughts and questions about the world. like genuine hopes or concerns. I love that deep weird shit, it gets to me
“There’s never any lost time. If I work on something and I’m not happy with it, and then I go back into it and destroy or rework it, all that time was just building up material. For me that’s very much how I try to think about my own life, too. There’s never any time lost. Even something you might think of as a mistake or as a failure is really just you collecting material or information that could be rearranged or re-applied differently to get a successful outcome.”
by the dawn - والفجر
“I went out. The beach was dark and lonely. I lay down in the sand. I wept inconsolably for what was dying in me and even before it had the chance to live.”
Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book
Sunset
Take care of your wounds and scars to soothe the pain, learn to understand your scars and wounds to learn from them, show emapthy towards and spend time on your scars and wounds to try to heal them, wear your scars and wounds with pride to show the world that you became a better version of yourself, even if you're still learning, healing and taking care.
take care of your appearance, dress well, wear perfume, and use manners even if you’re just staying home. beauty and elegance isn’t only for the public, it’s for you in your privacy too. a finer way of living.
“Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.”
— James Frey (via thoughtkick)








