Moonshyness - In Between Worlds

i'm starting to accept that romantic love is not for me. i was never supposed to have it. maybe because i yearn for it so badly, it is not for me. because if life ever taught me anything, it's the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it. it's how that one saying goes: everything i cried and begged for never ended up serving me. and it's true, it never did. not even once. i always walk away with damage more than anything else. and i'm tired of it.

Evening at the Iris Field - Timothy Easton (b.1943)

america has a functioning democracy where one party tries to kill you and the only other party just campaigns around the fact that they aren’t the party that tries to kill you

Grietje Postma, 1992-I, woodcut

Fukuoka, Japan: Mitoma Beach at Sunset

puppies!

Green Path