I am short, fat, and proud of that And so with all my might I up, down, up-down To my appetite’s delight While I up, down, touch the ground I think of things to chew (Mmm, like honey, milk, and chocolate) With a hefty-happy appetite I’m a hefty-happy Pooh (x)

Kevin Lenaghan, “Stairway”, “Glass Palace”, and “Crystal Stairway” (2021)

Juvet Landscape Hotel Norway

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is located in a remote part of a remote village in a remote region of Norway. The village Valdal is located in Fjord municipality , about 90 minutes driving from the city of Ålesund, or one hour from Åndalsnes via the national tourist route of Trollstigen, or one hour from the UNESCO world heritage area of Geiranger.

Gary McMillan - Untitled #20 and #21, 2016, acrylic on Bristol board, 29 x 38.5 cm

Kai Lookhof

When every where else is raining,

And your stories are nothing but poems to me

I am closing my eyes as my mind is wandering

If we both stuck on the same cage would we ever be free

Moscow, Russia - Autumn 2020

#mood

F•R•I•E•N•D•S

Souloner Younger

Did I just say something stupid. SHOOT.

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Some says introverts use their solitude time to feel happy. And I kinda feel the same way, but soon as I remember how horrible it is to feel left out, I crawled back to the outside world, just to hurdle myself back into the fire. Then I question whether I’m an extroverts? But I know for a fact that I push people way too often. I don’t know how to be close to a friend. Forming a bond that is pictured in movies, beautiful movies. I see updates of friends who make memories with their eternal circle, all happy. Checking out on each other, growing up together even after their marriage or so. Whilst here I am questioning if I even deserve kindness. I prioritize friendship until I don’t. Until I feel betrayed or just forgotten. I developed trust issues. And then I crawled back inside. Into the world of my own, pretending to be an introvert who love her time alone in her apartment.

Until everything turns into debris

“I lost a close friend to suicide during my senior year of high school. It was a really dark time for me. I kept thinking that I must have missed something, and that I could have been more supportive. The day after his funeral was particularly hard, so I drove out to the cemetery after school. It was the beginning of March. It was freezing. His grave didn’t even have a headstone yet, but I sat down on the ground and started to cry. After a few minutes I felt a hand on my shoulder. It freaked me out at first, because I’d thought I was alone. But I looked up and saw a man in his eighties. He told me his name was Jack, and asked me if I was OK. And I don’t know why, maybe because he was so much older, but I ended up telling him everything. He listened quietly, then he told me not to blame myself. And that the best way to honor someone was to live your life to the fullest. It was nothing too profound. And it was nothing that I hadn’t heard before. But it was something I needed to hear in that moment. Afterwards Jack told me that his wife Anna was buried at the cemetery. He told me that he visited her every day, and could still feel her presence, and he couldn’t wait to see her again. Then he asked if I’d like to visit her grave. From the way he’d spoken about her, I assumed that Anna had just passed away. But when we arrived at her marker, I saw that she’d been gone for sixteen years. We said our goodbyes, and Jack told me that he’d visit my friend’s grave whenever he stopped by the cemetery. And I promised to do the same for his wife. For years I kept that promise. I’d often find the same bouquet of flowers at both graves, so I knew that Jack was keeping his promise too. After I moved away for college, my trips to the cemetery grew further and further apart. Then a couple of years ago I went for a visit, and I couldn’t find Anna’s grave anywhere. I started to panic. But there were a lot of fall leaves on the ground, and it wasn’t an upright stone. So I thought maybe it was hidden. After a few minutes of searching, I finally found it. In the same place it had always been. Only this time there was a completely new gravestone, and Jack’s name was on it too.”

I fuck things up, but still manage to cause no harm to other people. Idk but for once, I just, wanna break me. I’m a mess, in my head.