Kind Of Weird How Parts Of Your Soul Are Left In Various Locations Without Any Warning… Like Yes I’m

getting my yearning surgically removed tomorrow

the air after spring rain–

a relief spreads in my lungs

the raindrops glitter on the grass as the sun caresses

a long winter's hurt

drawn out of the depths of my heart

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you know better than anyone that everything is temporary. forever is just a hopeful plea, the base of our religion. but what to do with that knowledge? and how heavy it lays on my heart which still carries that child-like hope when it runs and skips in moments like these.

you have to let yourself feel the good things, even if they often feel too light, to implausible to be true.

even if you know they might be gone sooner than you think.

that's the hardest part, you still have to let yourself feel the good things.

hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr

every time i start a new journal or any creative project i'm like, yeah i'm gonna do it pretty and neat and in a cohesive aesthetic because i always wanted to be the neat kid with the color-coded notes at school but i'm just not. when you go through my journals you can literally always see the point where i unravel back into the scrungly forest goblin that i am and it's so funny to me

Head of Apollo found on the Basilica di S. Stefano/Villa degli Anicii site, Rome.

via @/anticaeviae