ॐ | tranquil moments with a blank mind |
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afternoon naps are wild.
you sleep but feel more dead afterwards than before your nap. and... it is evening when you wake up???
and then suddenly BAM! your body is like. I AM AWAKE NOW!
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*Να περπατήσουμε τον κόσμο όλο, γίνεται;
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3pm and on. Small eyes, spinning head, blinking in a sudden warm light. Wondering why this particular window was left uncleaned, again, yet not feeling any particular motivation to change that right now. Sipping on lukewarm coffee, cautiously filing the ends to remain loose for now. Shaky fingers turning pages.
#outerworld #always the sun #afternoons
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काला शाह काला,
मेरा काला है सरदार,
गोरेयां नू दफा करो।।
these pictures seemed really good to not be posted :)
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Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (tr. C.K. Scott Moncrieff)
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I love stargazing,
And watching the sky smile back.
I love the smell of post-rain earth,
And watching new life grow.
I love the smell of new books,
Just waiting to be read.
I love quiet, secluded afternoons,
And forgotten music in my ears.
I love open, foggy windows,
And feeling the mist reach my hair.
I love fresh baked bread,
And feeling warm inside.
I love the loneliness of the early morning,
And the quiet light of the darkness.
And most of all,
I love life,
And all of the quiet pleasures it brings me.
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I used to spend afternoons reading in bed.
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Midi sur l'Eau = Noon on the Water
George Barbier (French; 1882–1932)
Pl. VI in Modes et Manières d'Aujourd’hui (1914)
Pochoir print
FIT Gladys Marcus Library, Special Collections & College Archives, New York
“Rappelle-toi ce jour d’été ou tu t’es dressée debout à l’arrière de la barque…..” (Remember that summer day when you stood up at the back of the boat…..)
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even if i dont talk to her anymore there will always be that time between us. those afternoons wont disappear from my memories, and she will always be there. i long for it — the heat from the sun and that spot under the trees ill never ever truly be able to feel again (without her). i replay the words we exchanged in my head over and over again, maybe in hopes that theyll take me back. i will always be there.
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