#Finding Beauty

[love2much]

“Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.”

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[dyingroses]

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

[tranquilbecoming]

Morning has broken. Hello sunshine!

As I traverse this day, I’m reminded of the beauty in simplicity, the gentle rustle of leaves, the quiet gift of a new start, and the peace found in being fully present. Today, I choose to carry kindness in my heart, purpose in my steps, and gratitude for all that surrounds me. In every challenge, there’s growth; in every moment, there’s potential. This day, I'm blessed to shape with love, courage, and intention.

Have a great day!

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Some souls are tuned to find beauty in the blues.

[marshfeldman31]

Drawing a Goblin

If one were to venture into the frequently overlooked nooks of fantasy, beyond the valiant knights and damsels distressingly undistressed, one might stumble upon the goblin. Now, a goblin is not merely a subject for a sketch; it's a revelation in ridges, a symphony in scars, a cacophony of crooked crannies waiting to be explored by pencil and paper.

Drawing a goblin is like dancing to music that only you can hear, but the music is slightly off-key and the dance is more of a shuffle. It's a delightful divergence from the pristine and predictable. With each stroke, you're not just capturing a creature; you're delving into a personality, a story, a life less ordinary.

Their faces are landscapes of life's tumultuousness, each wrinkle a road traveled, each scar a battle braved, each crooked smile a tale in itself. Sketching a goblin allows the artist to tread the fine line between the grotesque and the endearing, to find beauty in the asymmetrical, the imperfect, the downright odd.

And let's not forget the humor in their haggardness, a subtle reminder that even in the realms of the imaginary, life is no less fraught with the absurdities that plague the human condition. The act of sketching a goblin is to embrace the chaos, to find the order in disorder, and perhaps, to see a bit of ourselves in those twisted visages – because, after all, who among us hasn't felt a little goblin-esque on a Monday morning?

So, wield your pencils as a goblin wields his cleverly procured trinkets - with a sense of purpose and a hint of mischief. Because to sketch a goblin is to sketch the heart of fantasy, a heart that beats not with the thundering drums of epic battles, but with the quiet determination of the overlooked, the underestimated, and the oddly charming.

[theboxfort]

Peace and love

[technovillain]

crown jewel/stained glass jello cakes are like beautiful angels to me. it's fruity and delicious. it's retro kitsch. it's an edible example of midcentury minimalist art in every cross section.

i understand the 50s housewife appeal here. if i rolled up to the potluck with a fugly cobbler and my neighbor brought one of these i may have to end my stupid sloppy fruit life.

[thricethequotes]

confusion

the world is full of static noise.

even the most empty places tell their own stories. every step, every corner you turn leads to a whole new world.

do people never wonder about the lone brick lying on the road? or about the oldest tree that grew so long ago?

it's all the same world. the same kand that we all walk on. and every stride that people take with confidence is to be wondered about.

do they really know about everything that takes place? not just behind their back, but all around.

confusion is something of an eternal state. and eternal state of moving static, a blanket that covers this world in eternal chaos.

but this very pandemonium that people call a curse, is home. so ask the lone brick how it got there, and the smallest leaf how it grew.

[t-r-books-blog]

I'm so tired of people calling cloudy days dreary and gloomy, like no you narrow-minded fool, they are just as beautiful and lovely as days when the sun is fully out, you are just to foolish to see the beauty inherent in all things in nature.

[wickedzeevyln]

Monday

The whole place tremored,the dust sprinkled down from the rafters,the revving from a furious machine ceased,and the door swung open crashing against the bell.I saw Monday bullying his way in front of the linelike a real Karen until he was behind Sunday.He gave me the eye as he rubbed the back of his tattooed hand.Kept smacking his lips.Kept looking at his wrists.Kept blowing air out of his…

[helpfromheaven]

A Wonderful Example of Trusting God

On a Quiet Walk. . .

[dyingroses]

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”

― Edvard Munch

[enii]

🌸🌺🥀🌼💕

[zephyrine-gale]

somebody called argenti and boothill guns n roses and i think thats neat

[sunlitsoil]

there is always tomorrow