Sometimes I write in my journal as if somebody a century from now is going to find it and suddenly become captivated by the old ways of life. After they finish reading it, perhaps they’ll start living life similarly to how I do. In the past. In another life.
Beautiful imperfections
- Lip cracks
- An unironed shirt
- Dried flowers
- Going out with damp hair
- Lipstick stain on a porcelain cup
- Abandoned palaces
- Unevenly underlined sentences in books
- An empty wine bottle
- Pieces of a torn photograph glued together again
- Your bed on a Sunday morning
- Motes of dust in sun rays
- Cooled tea
- A crumpled letter
utwo:
A couples-only rainforest getaway
perfect for honeymoons and romantic escapes.
© crystalcreek rainforest retreat
Let’s go
Handwriting is so cool cause it’s like the written equivalent of the sound of someone’s voice.
I will forever think of handwriting this way now.
was too lazy to look up what a seagull looked like so i drew a cowboy wingull lookin guy. hope this is acceptable
y’all some real bullshit is that i even have to be alive right now…. like why couldn’t i have just been born an ichthyostega in the late devonian
this could’ve been me….
