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If it’s raining outside… go outside and smell it!! So yummy plus it feels good to be rained on
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the way it smells, the way it feels
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The smell and just the sound itself feels healing!
May 1, 2024
it’s 45° and raining and it smells and feels so good, it’s got me acting like drew barrymore’s rain video
Mar 4, 2025
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This sounds so weird but I have developed such a heightened appreciation for circles and spheres. I can’t believe how many circles exist and how significant they are. Like there’s so many circles 😭😭 it’s really kind of beautiful. Anyways, take this how you take it and contemplate The Circle for a bit- it will be rewarding.
Feb 2, 2025
✧*̥˚ "...Like a roll of old film, or a bottle of wine, thats been waiting to spill." *̥˚✧
The album "Waiting to spill", by The Backseat Lovers, has been a really huge pillar for me recently. Im really grateful to have found this album, because it really helped me -- and is still helping me-- process through the many changes and transitions I faced coming into the New Year.
The simplicity and vulnerability present in this album is so loud and passionate, I couldn't help but relate to every chord and note (even the absence of each chord and note).
For anyone unfamiliar with The Backseat Lovers: If you are looking for an authentic band/album that is rich with love and bittersweetness, I recommend this heavily!
For anyone familiar: I recommend revisiting as well!
hopefully it will guide you in the same way it has guided me.
Jan 29, 2025
How important is it that the sun, and its gravity, allow for the revolvement of the earth? Not forcing but allowing the earth to dance. For if there were no sun to be in relation to, the earth would not be able to spin. Because of the sun there is movement of the earth, and it is this that I blame for there also being movement in me.
It's strange though, because there is movement within me only because I possess its idea. Sometimes I yearn to see. If I can only witness something it allows, where can I find this sun? Suppose I need the sun. It's even more strange how the sun lives. It knows no one can miss it and that its presence is undeniable, yet secretly it holds a joke from us: that it is actually everybody who must miss it. Its rays graze my back often knowing I am incapable of turning around.
Since I am incapable of finding the sun I'm left to search for it it in what's tangible. A painting can very easily show me what the sun could look like. Because of this I will frantically search for light within art. Music could effortlessly tell me the rhythm in which the sun's heart beats. Because of this I will drown the fact I cannot come into contact with its actual heartbeat with only human interpretations of it. Finding hints of yellow emerging from man's cheeks, mocking me once more of its existence, and its intangibility. Because of this I will force myself to blush so that maybe I will know what it's like to be lit. But I cannot blame the sun as the enabler of my perception; he is too good. He is good.
The sun is not beautiful, for it is beauty, as it makes others beautiful.
Feb 2, 2025