I know. I know I know I know. I know I'm 22. But I still run after hot air balloons just so that I can pretend they're my kites. I still crouch down in fields just so I can silently watch spiders work their magic (even though they terrify me more than anything else in the world). And I also still get giddy with happiness when I blow a dandelion's cluster of downy parachutes. - How long do you think it would be permissible for me to remain like this... this childlike? For a lifetime. Keep it in you heart forever.
Three little gems: 🌿 Take Your Time by Vance Joy 🌿 This New Zealand Couple Is Charming -- So Is Their Farming | Short Film Showcase (YouTube) 🌿 Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by every moment that takes your breath away. -- Anonymous
A humble beginning with not more than four A4-sized sheets of paper that read: DRAGON BOAT RACING 龙舟, about 200 flyers, and one paddle to differentiate our club from the rest, MUDragons has finally come to be -- and in the most encouraging of ways (thanks to everyone who visited the booth!). I'm reminded of the words that plastered the facade of AC's Sports Hall -- the ones that kept me running despite the searing pain, the ones that hushed the world around me until all I could focus on was the end goal: 'Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us'. Let us do just that, this shall be a new and exciting adventure. :') - Show us some love at @mudragons 💙 We're having a Come-and-Try session next Thursday, so if you happen to be interested/ happen to know anyone who is interested to try out this sport we love (for free!), please shoot me a dm. We'd love to welcome you next week at Docklands. ✨🐉😊
The quiet hum of a place that is reminiscent of home. 🍃
A gem the goddess that is @plantifulsoul posted a few full moons ago on her story 🌕
I received a postcard this morning from a friend currently travelling and making memories on the beautiful island of Waikiki in Hawaii. Amongst his questions of my well-being, his reports of how he has been fairing away from home, and his funny story about meeting a guy with the same name as him whilst paddle boarding and how they sang You're Welcome from Moana together as they flowed to the rhythm of the ebbing and flowing waves, ... he told me that he was writing this postcard in front of the most magnificent rainbow he had ever seen. He ended off his lovely postcard with the sweetest cherry on top, a beautiful quote by Aberjhani: Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends. I miss you.
I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. - Charlotte Eriksson || You are too.
Pink hour, as I call it. Golden hour. Harem pants on a windy day. A warm smile. A sky of twinkling stars. People sparkling as they talk about something/ someone they love. Connecting. Understanding. Unadulterated emotions. Hugging someone for the first time in a long time. Freckles. Familiarity. Waterfalls. Flowers in my hair. Soft sand under bare feet. Feel So Close by Calvin Harris. Mist. Pictures. Petrichor. Crunchy almond butter. Iridescent sea shells. Crystals and gemstones. Marigold. Solitude. 🕊 It feels funny -- kinda like an awkward hug -- remembering who or how or where I was as I wrote this. I was a younger version of me (very naive and very much broken, although I was sure I wasn't), I was in a state of delusion and disillusion, and I was in the school toilet crying, thinking about how I could last the rest of the day (which included training) without eating -- not because I couldn't, but because I didn't think I deserved it. I remember this because there are tear stains all over this page on my diary, because these tear stains were from tears I shed whilst trying to hold on to what still brought me sanity (pink hour... freckles... solitude) amongst the insanity, because I ended this entry with four words: sorry I'm letting go. 🕊 I remember then walking out of the cubicle and the first person I saw was, believe it or not, Miriam. We didn't know each other personally then. We simply knew of each other's existence. We were friends of friends. She smiled at me and I smiled back. In that world I had created for myself where forced suffering and self-hate was the norm, a smile was a sliver of heaven -- and that was exactly what her smile felt like for me in that moment. Once out of the toilet, I thinly crossed out the last four words of my diary entry.
[Verse 2] Look up look up look up The stars are shining So close that we could touch A world apart In our eyes when they align we feel alive Hello goodbye hello The days with faces We watch them come and go In a moment Time goes past and smiles and laughs, let's make it last • [Chorus] We're all spinning on blue Watching the same clouds (ooh) Breathing in, breathing out