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Câine, pâine și florile de mâine / Dog, bread and the flowers from tomorrow by Mihaela Mîndru
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This music is working some psychic magic in my mind right now, I see a field of yellow wildflowers and dance to the warmth of the sun. Anything is possible right now, the glass of water turns into tea
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Listening to Get Thy Bearings by Donovan and it feels so good, The Entertaining of a Shy Girl, The River Song
such good songs beautifully produced, go good with September evening sun
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What I truly need is a walk in nature, but yesterday my whole body ached and I couldn’t take proper deep breaths, it forced me to stay all day in the office and then to bed at 9 pm. It sucks not being able to just be late at work “because of a much needed long walk”. Today I’m feeling better, gonna do yoga now, but the fresh morning breeze coming in from the window is so tempting, I wanna go outtttt
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Tapestry by Alexandra Jean Auger, 16” x 20”, 2018.
So you’re in your late teens, and summer is ending, and there’s a sadness to that—maybe you didn’t swim in the lake as many times as you’d hoped, or have a great adventure, or connect with someone you’d hoped to. You head to the bar to see if any friends are around, and they aren’t, but sitting there you’re all at once overwhelmed with that sudden euphoria that’s contained to specific moments. The clouds are so pink, this song makes your heart burst, and you tear a page out of your notebook to remind yourself of brief pure joy
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Only terrible things happen when you snooze the alarm
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Third day without lights in the house after a thunderstorm, fearing electrocution every time I plug something in. I was supposed to rest and work on my projects, but I'm unfortunately heavily routine-based, so I can't focus on anything until I don't have a stranger in the house who walks everywhere wearing his dirty sneakers
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Home alone for a week, it means early dinners and slow nights spent writing and drawing. I'm listening to 泉涌 by Meitei, imagining I'm in a rainforest. In the morning I do yoga. Oh, I have a huge bruise on my back because I jumped down a 10-meter high slide, it burns. This is what's going on またね
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I've never listened to a Brian Jonestown Massacre album from start to finish and gelato is a good excuse to get out of the house and go on a walk. My shirt is now stained with chocolate and rum gelato and I think I'll start from bravery repetition & noise bc there's my favorite song there and it's open heart surgery
There'll never be another good song after _______ (complete the sentence)
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Last night I didn’t set any alarm for this morning because it was supposed to rain today and guess what, I’ve been awaken by a soft summer thunderstorm (god bless the heavens my upstairs neighbours are out of town and it happens once a year and I’m cuddled by this deep infinite silence). So now I can’t go out for my bike ride and reading stop, it means I’m gonna watch wim wender’s Alice in the cities and later work on my book. I’ll have another pecan pastry for breakfast while journaling. I wish I could bring such softness to my workdays as well, like I used to do some years ago
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I love riding my rusty bike and reading with the swans and eating my pecan pasties
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