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Jeremy Miranda (American b.1980), Cooking, 2024, Oil on panel

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Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.

I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.

Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.

And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!

Is that not just the coolest shit ever????

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I’m going to unlearn shame *bursts into tears and beats my head against a brick wall*

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Apple Blossom

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A World of Love and Light… 

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Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology Of Water: A Memoir

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happiness and sorrow live within the same heart. embrace both as they come.

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Tumblr is where girls go to be alone with other girls who are being alone and that's why I've been using this site for so long

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Photo:: T.S.Eliot

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Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered. There is a time for the evening under starlight, A time for the evening under lamplight (The evening with the photograph album). Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning. T S Eliot

(Center of Applied Jungian Studies)

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By the Window - Celia Pike

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Tiny Bluet

Even the smallest of the small has learned to eke out a living despite the wealth of floral competition.

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a trillium a day..

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And the world begins again

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Mountain air so clean, you can taste it. It stains your clothes. I open my dresser and smell the wind through the grass. On the porch, the windchime we made sings to let us know the rain is coming in soon. We linger with the windows open just a moment longer, fill the tea pot, grab blankets for the rocking chairs outside. We sit and drink and watch and smile as the sky changes hues. How green the grass gets in contrast to the furious gray. How the rain makes music across the wood porch, roof shingles, and terra cotta pots by the stairs. 

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Kinder, still...

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