vegan, foodie, cooking enthusiast, spoonie, just trying to put one foot in front of the other...
there’s more i need to get out than i can possibly type. my heart aches, i’m lonely & terrified & moderate-level-existentially freaking out, i’m also okay, kind of, if i just think of life as largely an exercise in waiting. it quells the panic. the only problem is it’s also depressing as shit and i’m already in my 30s and this body feels 80 most days. i just want to feel alive if i’m going to bother remaining so. i recently had a series of glimpses of a present tense self that was intimately familiar but hard to recognize: alive, young, hopeful, open, exuberant, trusting. it was so reassuring.
but here i am swimming upstream again. and lost, lost, lost. i hope she returns someday. but i’m afraid i might just be someone else now. before/after.
can the human heart regenerate after this much pain?
Don’t talk to yourself in such a way that if you did so to a friend, it would end your friendship.
If you had a friend dealing with the same things, you wouldn’t berate that person, say, ‘You’re not working hard enough,’ ‘You suck,’ or ‘You’re not as good as [whomever].’ You’d offer your friend encouragement, you’d try to point out all the things your friend did right, and how much progress your friend had made.
You should do no less for yourself.Be very careful how you talk to yourself. Because you are listening.
These spectacular photographs reveal the amazingly tiny details of the life of snails. Using a macro approach, Ukrainian photographer Vyacheslav Mishchenko gets up close and personal to capture a variety of miniature landscapes as the little creatures go about their daily lives. With great patience and a steady hand, the artist obtains crisp, sharp details that seem unbelievable when viewers consider how small the scenes really are in comparison to our everyday surroundings.