The First Night After Heatwave & The Cottongrass-beast By Miikka Lönnqvist ( Mkklnn.jpg )

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Carrion crow By: Unknown photographer From: Wildlife Fact-File 1990s

a lot on my mind right now (broths)

2025

BE A STUDENT OF WHAT YOU ADMIRE

DO IT BADLY RATHER THAN NOT AT ALL

TO DESPAIR IS TO CEDE VICTORY TO THOSE WHO DO NOT DESERVE IT

BROADEN YOUR CULTURAL HORIZONS

REVEL IN THE ANALOGUE

ACTION ABSORBS ANXIETY

GRIEF IS PRODUCTIVE; GUILT IS NOT

I think part of the issue is people assuming that everyone MUST want to move upwards. Like... it's the next logical step for a person to want to move up the chain: from worker to manager, to district manager, eventually owner.

But I always think of growth like plants.

Aspens grow tall to reach the sun, for sure. But dandelions grow deep, understanding themselves fully so that if some misguided fool tries to uproot them they'd have to try damn hard. And then there's thyme and other creeping plants, which spread themselves out so much that if you chop a part of it off it roots wherever it can find dirt to root in.

It's okay not to have lofty dreams. You know what kind of plant you are better than anyone else.

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remember how the Greeks said ars longa vita brevis, art is long, life is short, and how in The Secret History the kids toast to an eternal life with Julian, and how we try to make our lives into something more meaningful and lasting through the having of children and the having of grandchildren so our time on earth does not feel like a total waste of time, and how my professor asked us to name our grandparents and greatgrandparents and how no one could, and how the artist in us want to mould our art to reflect ourselves so that we too can have the eternal life, and how no matter what you do or try there will never be an eternal life because fame will always have an ephemeral nature and things will always perish, but also how art can be rediscovered and transport the feelings of one person to another without losing any of its significance, and how I am now sobbing because art is long but life is so very short.

just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough. 

ratties in the rain

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autumn through my eyes by @lazyumbreon