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My favorite working place 🥹

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~ hi_dongwon on ig

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水仙の里

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A Winter Shade of Pale

In winter   all the singing is in        the tops of the trees… [from Mary Oliver’s White Eyes]

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A Winter Shade of Pale

In winter   all the singing is in        the tops of the trees… [from Mary Oliver’s White Eyes]

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happy year of the rabbit! saw this adorable window display while walking around the neighborhood.

今年は兎年だ！お散歩してたら見かけた。

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learning to cheerfully dislike other people is I think a critical component of getting along with people who don't like you. Like as soon as I got a solid grasp on the fact that there is a wide swath of humanity that gets on my nerves and that it's my problem, not theirs, it got easier to be around people I find annoying. Once that's settled, it's easy to flip the reasoning around and conclude that if someone doesn't like me, that's a quirk of their own strange and arbitrary tastes, not a judgment upon either of us as a person. You can't like everyone. Not everyone will like you. It's fine. It's not a personal attack in either direction. We can exchange cordial nods across the room and then go on with our lives

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Autumn 🍂 Colours at Delta Junction, Alaska 🧡💛🍂🍁

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I love him,

because of the way he makes me feel.

I had a lot of questions before I even met him.

Am I up to par?

Do I look good enough?

Is it acceptable to express my feelings to anyone else?

May I complain?

Everyone always makes comparisons between me and my sister.

I am well aware that I have nothing to be proud of. People say we are too dissimilar. And that's how I grew up feeling lost and unwanted. I wish I could live under a blanket all the time. I despise people as much as I despise myself.

I never say what I want to say because it is too embarrassing, and people enjoy mocking it. That's what I'm thinking about.

When I turn 17, things start to get worse. I met someone who looked exactly like me. He, too, had a deep emotional wound. And when we're together, we both suffer; no, we both suffer in turn. We hurt each other, as if this is how love should be. Every day, it is easy to annoy each other. I couldn't provide what he needed, no matter how hard I tried, and he never asked me what I wanted. We tried to fix things around us, but then I realized it wasn't love. So, at the end of the day, we parted ways, leaving an empty feeling.

And then I met him. That stereotypical bad boy who enjoys fooling around. That bad, but he got me through it. He invites me to meet his friends, he wonders aloud about my interests, the music I enjoy, and he shares what he has with me. And I like myself more when I'm with him. Everything is much easier now that he is present.

Isn't it too perfect?

But we fight, we argue, and things are becoming more difficult as we get to know each other better. Problems are bigger as we grow up. But this is fine.

It is manageable.

It is bearable.

And does he adore me as much as I adore him?

I'm not sure.

And that is fine.

It's all right.

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2022-10-16

Pink Muhly

Canon EOS R3 + RF50mm f1.2L

Instagram  |  hwantastic79vivid

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