Three Tetons (1895) By Thomas Moran

How does one begin to look, be with, and hear their own heart? I don’t think one can even choose when their heart reminds them of what it yearns for. Nor do I think any real love or connection can ever be ignored or deceived. No matter how much one or I could deafen ears or my conscious. No matter how much I may try to cover my eyes and blind myself with anything you can.

This feeling. This love.

Ergo my heart overflows like a heron’s fountain.

I can hardly feel words will ever do what my heart wishes to communicate. Should I have to spend the next ten years or more searching or learning how to convey my heart I will, should you accept and wish to listen.

As I grow with every new day and mistake, I sit and lay beside my heart. We look to the same horizon hoping to see you and your heart approaching from the distance. There is a calmness, yet anticipation surrounding my heart and I.

If I truly will be allowed to give myself to you and your heart someday, then when that time comes let us speak as one with our hearts as we confess to each other. No matter if we are on opposite sides of this Earth or beside each other.

For I know my heart has the strength to live on and I have the will to befriend you and your heart. With or without shame I hope I never have to do so. I love you so

Taking notes📝

home library so I never have to leave the house 📚

— Anna Akhmatova

The land whispers ancient stories

@peaklass

Truly is pleasantly odd how ever clear it is the room that will eternally and effortlessly exist in my heart for you

i’ll never not be in love with you

Would love to see one like this in person someday

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 12 March 2025

Native to Australia, Acacia dealbata (blue wattle, mimosa, silver wattle) is hardy between -5ºC and 1ºC, it does best in southern and coastal regions of the UK, where winters are milder. Here this fast-growing, evergreen tree, was thriving in a restaurant garden near Deal, Kent, and was covered with almond fragranced, bright yellow flowers and bees. Branches of flowerheads can be used as cut flowers.

Jill Raggett

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

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My kink is being incredibly gentle with her, being respectful, listening to her yapping all day and helping her discover her true self while being with her.