I Love How Different The Sea Looks At Certain Moments

Denique isto bono utare, dum adsit, cum absit, ne requiras: nisi forte adulescentes pueritiam, paulum aetate progressi adulescentiam debent requirere. cursus est certus aetatis et una via naturae eaque simplex, suaque cuique parti aetatis tempestivitas est data, ut et infirmitas puerorum et ferocitas iuvenum et gravitas iam constantis aetatis et senectutis maturitas naturale quiddam habet, quod suo tempore percipi debeat.

- Cicero, On Old Age

In short, enjoy the blessing of strength while you have it and do not bewail it when it is gone, unless, forsooth, you believe that youth must lament the loss of infancy, or early manhood the passing of youth. Life’s race-course is fixed; Nature has only a single path and that path is run but once, and to each stage of existence has been allotted its own appropriate quality; so that the weakness of childhood, the impetuosity of youth, the seriousness of middle life, the maturity of old age—each bears some of Nature’s fruit, which must be garnered in its own season.

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“As long as we don’t die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.”

— John Green

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Do I look like a bandit?

@hunajei i love you!!!!!

“All I have to offer you is everything in me.”

— William Chapman

Cheesy, my main monstera adansonii has been upgraded to a taller stick. He’s now a collection of four vines slowly creeping up. Go cheesy go!

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“Happiness is not in our future—one day when the bills are paid, when we have everything we need. Happiness is in our present. It is right now. We can be happy now. It is a mental habit, a mental attitude. If it is not practiced in the present, it can never be experienced.”

Dr. Rob Carman

12/7/2020 - tipsy hunajei part 2

Brown irises and the shades of green and gold

A view for a lifetime and for growing old

You smile at me like you’ve seen what the future holds

And I kiss your lips like I’ve never kissed them before

Warm embraces and cold farewells as you walk with your head low

You always hated leaving me unlike the other four

My body longs for you like an antidote to my soul

Other than you, love, everyone else is a bore

As we climb this hill, I hope you perfectly know

Every sunrise and moonset spent in your arms and in the shadows

Will be hidden in my rusty locket like a memento

To remind me in case I fail to recall

How my heart glowed a different glow

When your path led you to my door