Ifigethighenough

I respect moon's unwillingness to be photographed on a phone

My Love Sings When the Flower is Near (The Philosopher and the Woman), Angelo Filomeno, 2007

Embroidery on silk shantung stretched over linen with crystals 155 x 90 ¼ in. (393.7 x 229.2 cm)

credit most of the art to @jeniferprince, art was found on Pinterest

advice

A letter to your heart

I have spent countless hours over the years ruminating on my actions. There is no way to express the depth of my regret and sorrow for the pain I caused you. I was willfully blind to the ways my anger and inner turmoil spilled over, my words cutting into you like daggers. You of all people did not deserve to bear the brunt of my unresolved shit. Your love was the light of my life, a light I dimmed with my own darkness. I see how my actions shattered you, making it difficult for you to open your heart again. Being afraid to love, burdened by scars I left on your heart, is a weight I should have to carry. Not you. You, who's love is a precious treasure. I hope you know how incredible you are, someone deserving of a love that is gentle, kind, and unwavering. I hope you can find a way to open your heart to someone who worships the ground you walk on. Who shows you the love and reverence you well deserve. While I am profoundly sorry for everything, I will never ask for forgiveness or another chance, I simply want to acknowledge that you deserve so much better than what I gave you. And I want to thank you for allowing me back into your life. It's more than I could've dreamed of.

Eternally yours

Charles Courtney Curran - Metropolitan Opera’s opening night (detail)

Sergiu Ciochină (Moldovan,b.2001)

Green building

Oil on board

Sappho, If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho (tr. by Anne Carson)

Schneeweisschen by Florian Herold

Strange given your title.