Meet Me In Paradise ₊˚.༄

untitled by WeliWaca Film Gallery on Flickr.

trees dont get enough love

they’re strong mighty beings who shield you from danger

they’re delicate ethereal beings enveloped in flower blossom, emitting the sense of love

their leaves crinkle under your footsteps, their leaves brush past you as you wander through the forest

trees arent scary, they’re wise and beautiful

whisper kind words to them as you walk past

they will protect you if you protect them

I think we would me much more alive if we dared ourselves to recognize that we are not obligated to know who we are at every given moment.

Jorge Bucay, Argentine gestalt psychotherapist, psychodramatist (1949–)

original: “Creo que estaremos mucho más vivos si nos atrevemos a darnos cuenta de que no estamos necesariamente obligados a saber en todo momento quienes somos.” (via fyp-psychology)

On the evening breeze, a lullaby, low and sweet // Part 1

“June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via berthemorisot)

I went to the beach with my 1957 Kodak Pony IV and all my photos came back super hazy and old-looking. It is okay if you want to pretend I took these is 1957

You are healing.

You are growing.

You are evolving.

This is a quiet magic.

Act like you’re blessed. Talk like you’re blessed. Walk like you’re blessed. Think like you’re blessed. Smile like you’re blessed. Dress like you’re blessed. Put actions behind your faith, and one day you will see it become a reality.

understanding yourself is power.