#dayspendant

[zestsoflemon]

Embracing Mother's Day Alone: Finding Meaning and Joy in Solitude

Embracing Solitude on Mother’s DaySpending Mother’s Day alone can be an opportunity for introspection and self-care. It’s essential to acknowledge and validate your feelings, whether they include nostalgia, longing, or even ambivalence towards the day. Recognizing and accepting these emotions is the first step in navigating Mother’s Day with grace and intention. Reflecting on MotherhoodTake time…

[astancerseiblog]

ok but the absolute joy that comes with making a playlist and gifting it to your friend of seven years like a bouquet of flowers.

@thedamphair

[missamoshop]

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Happiness is a Day Spent Good Hiking 2

https://www.redbubble.com/i/t-shirt/Happiness-is-a-Day-Spent-Good-Hiking-by-MissamoShop/100721223.Z01XV

[deeper-authentic]

The Bunkyard ❤ ‘Cafe & Grill’ Quality time with chokoy, ‘Now Open sila fre 😁’, Napadaan lang, mabilisan lang , 'si baby papagalitan tayo’ hahahah 😂💏

[bumblebee-rose]

"Hi, I'm Daniel." / "Hi, I'm June." . . . Literally did not think I could cry so much over the ending of a book. But I finally have the whole series in graphic novel format!! . . . #legendtrilogy #legend #prodigy #champion #marielu #dayandjune #juneiparis #danielatlanwing #graphicnovel #paperclipring #dayspendant #hebeldesign @hebeldesign @marieluthewriter

[davetw13]

The haunting song of the wind

The haunting song of the wind

The haunting song of the wind was ringing through the treesAnd my eyes were being stung by the cold and icy breezeAs I wandered through the forest, on a frozen Winter’s daySpending time alone to dream as I trundled along my way My hands, though gloved, were pocketed and my scarf was fastened tightIt was fast approaching evening, though it was already as dark as nightThe treetops glistened with…

[davetw13]

The haunting song of the wind

The haunting song of the wind

The haunting song of the wind was ringing through the treesAnd my eyes were being stung by the cold and icy breezeAs I wandered through the forest, on a frozen Winter’s daySpending time alone to dream as I trundled along my way My hands, though gloved, were pocketed and my scarf was fastened tightIt was fast approaching evening, though it was already as dark as nightThe treetops glistened with…