wherever light touches

when the piece of media got emotional reaction so strong that you're afraid to re-experience it in it

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

mari eastman, "untitled (consequences)," colored pencil on paper

pastel prairies

'The Visit at Moonlight' by Edmund Thomas Parris, (1793 - 1873).

no alcohol in this flask girl this is miso soup

The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988)

Knitted a moth sweater ✨ bought the pattern for it here!

anyway, [peels a mandarin and gives u half]

harvest full moon.

cred. haylin etheridge via fb.

Corn in all its colors!

Jan Waldron, The Black Cat Goes with the Seasonal Flow, 2023, Watercolor on paper

Carved Door in Old Town of Tallinn, Estonia

Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017

Puppy in cozy, toasty warm, comfort.  Taken into the flock. 

So many beautiful people with curly hair in the world life is worth living