“If you had really loved something, wouldn’t a little bit of it always linger?”
— Susan Orlean, from The Orchid Thief (Random House, 1998)
one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
- via duckbunny
milf (myself i’d like to forgive) and dilf (despair i’d like to forget)
— The Thing Is, Ellen Bass
[text ID: to love life, to love it even / when you have no stomach for it]
sorry for being cringe i was trying to have a human experience
A conservatory can be a room where one can literally sit in the garden, separated only by glass from the natural world outside. Here the furnishings are deliberately simple and pale, to keep attention focused on the view. The grey-green colour of the framework of this garden room is carried through in the colour of the chairs and wooden cupboard which furnish it.
Traditional Country Style, 1991
"we live in an uncaring universe"
false. i care very deeply. am i not a part of this infinite universe?