“You Fall In Love With The Little Things About Someone, Like The Sound Of Their Laughter And The Way

I wasn't meant for casual love. Your heartbeat will be my favorite song, your eyes my favorite color, your words my favorite poem, and even your imperfections will be my favorite piece of art.

How does one begin to look, be with, and hear their own heart? I don’t think one can even choose when their heart reminds them of what it yearns for. Nor do I think any real love or connection can ever be ignored or deceived. No matter how much one or I could deafen ears or my conscious. No matter how much I may try to cover my eyes and blind myself with anything you can.

This feeling. This love.

Ergo my heart overflows like a heron’s fountain.

I can hardly feel words will ever do what my heart wishes to communicate. Should I have to spend the next ten years or more searching or learning how to convey my heart I will, should you accept and wish to listen.

As I grow with every new day and mistake, I sit and lay beside my heart. We look to the same horizon hoping to see you and your heart approaching from the distance. There is a calmness, yet anticipation surrounding my heart and I.

If I truly will be allowed to give myself to you and your heart someday, then when that time comes let us speak as one with our hearts as we confess to each other. No matter if we are on opposite sides of this Earth or beside each other.

For I know my heart has the strength to live on and I have the will to befriend you and your heart. With or without shame I hope I never have to do so. I love you so

The four. The one in front being the tallest I have ever seen. Well over twenty feet.

Nothing more true

*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.

“Give yourself credit for the days you’ve made it when you thought you couldn’t.”

— cwote

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Let’s sit here 🍃

When I shut my eyes I’m trying to envision and obtain self compassion, what I really want from life.

To be near the people who continue to grow dear to me, Uncrustables, and to preserve, protect, learn, and be one with beautiful, breath taking, more than I can comprehend, types of places such as this.

Plant of the Day

Monday 12 May 2025

The Taraxacum officinale (dandelion) that was posted a few days ago was so popular I thought I’d share this lovely set of seed 'clocks' seen today on a coastal walk. Common dandelions grow in all kinds of grasslands in Orkney from lawns to roadside verges, pastures to traditional meadows.

Jill Raggett