up there with clouds on the love scale are magnolia blossoms especially when you get your kid to smell them. your kid. imagine that. your kid is up there with clouds.
it's like the best teaching. how to get the most out of life. one flower, one sky at a time. was thinking about contrast- in that it is the stuff we don't want that helps define what we do want, it clears a space. and anyway, you can't fight it.
then we have moonlit clouds. we have northern lights and desert night skies. and lightning.and emptiness.
know what i hate more than death? the loss of someone alive. i dream about it.
letting go. no, i can't say i hate it. it's a part. do it all the time. freedom. trap. contrast. all those parts of us. heard today love comes in many forms. grace, forgiveness, and even in the double fuck you picture i poached off instagram.
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