readings: essays & articles
reassuring ghosts and haunted houses
fish recorded singing dawn chorus on reefs just like birds
what people around the world dream about
poet and philosopher david whyte on anger, forgiveness, and what maturity really means
oranges are orange, salmon are salmon
how memories persist where bodies and even brains do not
the avant-garde musical legacy of the moomins
the weight of our living: on hope, fire escapes, and visible desperation
disturbed minds and disruptive bodies
what is better ー a happy life or a meaningful one?
after my dad died, i started sending him emails. months later, someone wrote me back
on the igbo art of storytelling
what the caves are trying to tell us
promethean beasts — how animal uses of fire help illuminate human pyrocognition
the art of loving and losing female friends
on memorizing poetry
the ecological imagination of hayao miyazaki
reading in the age of constant distraction
holly warburton illustrates tender moments of love and light
romancing the fig: what one fruit can tell us about love, life and human civilization
mystery and birds: 5 ways to practice poetry
can a plant remember? this one seems to — here's the evidence
why female cannibals frighten and fascinate
when you give a tree an email adress
fear not — horror movies build community and emotional resilience
Maria Gray, from “Bad Nostalgia”
i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.
nothing to add to this you said it all..
𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰
— natalie wee, never been kissed (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Realized I can't control other people's perception of me : 10000 dead, 4999 injured
wax seal stamp pngs ♡
Sometimes the grief really is love persevering huh
getting to that time of the year where the sun will straight up project childhood memories onto your bedroom wall at about 3 or 4 pm
˚˖𓍢ִ 🧸 ˚ us as plushies pngs
Me *unprovoked at any time of the day*: YOU KILLED MY SHEEP ??? MY FAVOURITE SHEEP! WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO DEAL A PAIN SO DEEP? DON'T YOU KNOW THE PAIN YOU SOW IS THE PAIN YOU REAP????