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#quiet contemplation
todayontumblr · 11 months
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Wednesday May 3.
Landscapes.
Let's face it, we've all been there.
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But if we are being honest with ourselves, there are fewer pleasures in life as simple, or indeed as great, than taking a moment to stare out over the wire/abyss/majesty/spectacle/vista/band/other of your horizon, taking a deep breath, and thinking. Or indeed not thinking—just staring out, empty and happy as a beach ball, yet knowing how aloof and unknowable and sexy and intriguing you must look to the hikers/dog walkers/wildlife/insects/others around you. You just wouldn't get it, your body language appears to say.
This is because life offers no pleasures quite like a good #landscape. It's a home and retreat for every reason, every season, and indeed everyone. All are welcome to stand or sit and marvel at the extraordinary, often moving sights offered by millions of years of natural, and very slow, changes in rock formations above and below the crust of the earth.
We will leave you with these fantastic images for now, and if you ever happen to see us avoiding bae, romancing our melancholic solitude, and gazing out over the horizon, don't hesitate to say hi.
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whereifindsanity · 29 days
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max-the-entertainer · 8 months
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I think Over The Hedge would've been way better if it had a depressing ending so, the scene where RJ returns the food to Vincent and betrays him before going to save the family from The Verminator
see I reckon it would have been so cool and so much more powerful if RJ didn't go back and save them and they ended up dying off-screen..the conversation between RJ and Vincent is one of my favourite scenes from any film...if it ended with RJ coming to terms with who he is, what he's done and accepting it, that would've been so powerful and so cool...it would've made the film a lot darker as well since it would condemn the family to death and RJ's gotta live with that
it would've also just been an excellent bit of cinematography and symbolism if it ended with that ending and also RJ and Vincent walking off into the forest together as friends, since RJ has now stooped to his level and accepted it
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mazeppafanart · 1 year
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he interrupts
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Yes...he was alone outside at night :(
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mini-metal · 11 months
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When you have half the mind to delete your account. But then you'd lose your friends.
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mrsdarksky · 3 months
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Mood.
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auraamplifyteam · 3 months
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Dive into introspection with these reflective moments. Wisdom arises in the stillness of contemplation. Stay tuned! Follow comments by auraamplifyteam for more inside. Feel free to share your thoughts in comment section.
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--prompt from @nosebleedclub "final summer rites" (2 September)
I emerge from the water, though I don't know where the sea ends and the sweat begins. Droplets decorate my collarbone like pearls, but I lose them, like the moments which I collect on my hands.
Should I know you better than I did? I flew through the summer like a sparrow, not knowing when the weather would turn against me.
I smell of pomegranates and seaweed, but I'm lost in my humid cloud of doubt-- sinking further inside it, I relish for another person's touch.
You weren't there to save me-- I learned the ropes like I could play a harp, but as I plucked the strings, my heart cracked further and further until nothing remained of it but a hollow shell.
Drops of oil fall from my head and hands--a sacrificial rite for a summer gone astray. As they float against the saltwater, I think about my wounds-- afflicted for a greater cause, but a higher blessing strips away my endurance.
These final summer rites slip through my fingers, and I speak to you no more. --Elda Mengisto
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passage30 · 1 year
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Quiet Places
Don't settle for average.
Refuse to conform.
Go your own way and march to the beat of your own drum.
When everyone does one thing, do another.
In the crowd, things become cloudy.
So, seek higher ground.
Get above it all.
There, you can breathe from 30,000 feet.
Because, if the very air from your lungs is the price to pay to belong, you know you'd rather not.
You'd rather go to the places where one seeks truth. 
The places where you can turn as many pages as you want.
Where you can stand and stare off into the distance. 
On the path near the water where your eyes can pierce a hole into the soul of the sea itself.
There the answers to the very mysteries of life lie and wait for someone to pick them up off the floor.
And my God, are they crying to be held.
But no one comes.
Be that person.
The person who finds solace in solitude.
The kind of solitude that makes you dream of worlds both old and new.
Where magic exists and adventure awaits. 
Where destiny is beholden. 
Where purpose doesn't lie in the next trend.
Where love is a many.
And kindness is plenty.
Do not be afraid of going there.
Of being alone.
Home is where the heart is.
And while there may not be many there,
the drums that beat like yours will find you.
And you'll realize, you were never alone.
You are home.
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catmint1 · 2 years
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I’m very concerned that our society is much more concerned with information than wonder, in noise rather than silence. How do we encourage reflection?
Fred Rogers
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okoye92 · 1 year
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Just read this little poetic nugget in a Covinsky (Lara Jean Song-Covey x Peter Kavinsky; from To All The Boys I've Loved Before) fanfiction.
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With all that I've been contemplating, this just resonated with me.
For everyone out there who's struggling - with mental health, trauma, physical illness, anything really... Maybe this will resonate with you too.
And, thank you to the author (@amillionsmiles on AO3) for this.
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samdmamn · 9 months
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leftyk12 · 7 months
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ibiscrow · 7 months
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Sometimes I put on the ‘mouse moment’ music when I am eating alone at late hours just to feel something.
Really puts the world in perspective ya know…
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helpmeimblorboing · 9 months
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Fandom - Genshin Impact
Rating - General
Title- The Jester and the Kabukimono
Genre- Angst, Contemplation, Hurt/Comfort
Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/48291832
Summary- "The sixth of the Fatui Harbingers was not a man known for his quiet moments of contemplations, or his erudition. Oh, he was clever enough when it counted, when it mattered in their quest to serve the Tsaritsa, but compared to people like Dottore, , or Pantalone, the Regrator, or Sandrone, the Marionette, or ...He digressed. Regardless, the point was, he wasn't exactly known for being introspective and self-aware. He was cruel, and according to some, mad, but introspective ? Never.Yet as he gazed out at the stormy night, as the lightning flashed overhead, he couldn't help but remember his past."Scaramouche had been betrayed in the past. He didn't have a heart, and as for Pierro, the Jester, well, his heart had frozen into a block of ice when his nation fell. Maybe that was why it was so easy for Scaramouche to accept Pierro's words.During one of the rare rainy nights in Snezhnaya, the two contemplate their past, those who betrayed them, and those who once loved them, and how each had found meaning in serving the Tsaritsa.
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dzgrizzle · 10 months
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The Prayer of Quiet Confidence, from the Book of Common Prayer. I have this prayer tattooed in a spiral on my right arm, under my Dropkick Murphys Celtic cross.
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