diaryofathoughtdaughter

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

Someone said “I don’t touch social media (or my phone if I can help it” in the first hour after I wake up. I pray, I think, I write or read. I simply exist.”

I get that.

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

I love coming across new gooood music, what a 10/10 experience!

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

There’s periods, of Great bouts of resistance when everything is grey again, each time with a little darker hue. It is profoundly harrowing. A slow slow poison. There are also little specks of light beaming in the cracks of the dark grey. You remember that there is music. You are grateful to be able to hear it. The hue fades, a little bit. You remember that beauty persists, even when obscured.

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

The juxtaposition of “enemy” and “ally,” paired with the metaphor of being both “prisoners” and “free,” captures so beautifully, the complexity of human relationships and the thin line between opposing forces. It’s poetic, layered, and evocative. I love it.

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

I love this

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

The art of noticing

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

So

much

easier

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]

Sunday evening, sweet and slow. 🤎

[diaryofathoughtdaughter]