#warm thoughts

[theonlydrewboo]

Mood.

[teshadraws]

I just want to say that your story has been so inspiring for me and has been a really big help with my anxiety and life in general. I've been following you for years now but only recently got into fully reading seekers of soul and I can't express enough just how much it has helped me cope with trying to get through grade 12, my anxiety, friendships, and so much more.

You're such a big inspiration for me and I aspire to be able to write a story as emotionally thrilling and heartfelt as yours someday! I hope you're doing well and thank you for your writing and art!!!

Anon, this is so, so sweet. 😭 I’m super happy Seekers has been able to help you through some tough times!!! Life is rough, especially around high school, and sometimes we just need a little escape and something to tell us it’ll be okay. Thanks so much for reading and for letting me know what Seekers means to you.

Good luck with everything ahead of you. You’ve got this!!! 💚 And you’ve always got Nia and Tobias to come back to on rough days. :')

[timidxtempted]

I don't like winter much. I don't like cold, I hate driving in snow. Shovelling is a pain in the ass. I miss my garden, I miss warm morning coffee on my patio.

But sometimes I wake up and I don't have to go anywhere, and there is fresh snow and the world feels peaceful and new; the snow falls in patterns as lazy as a slow Saturday morning, and the thick fluffy blanket of white looks inviting and crisp.

I think warm, melty thoughts as I witness the world frozen in an icy shimmer, and I hold my cup with both hands. I daydream of snow angels; of hot chocolate, and holding your warm hand; of tears of laughter frozen to flushed cheeks.

I open my door, and see that winter has left it's art for me to find...

A masterpiece that summer can not offer.

And I think...

Winter isn't so bad.

[nevadaartshop]

Warm thoughts

This one is from my early earlier days. It‘s one of the drawings I made for my very first calendar! Whenever it’s cold and raining outside I think of this drawing and how I wish to one day be able to cuddle a duck.✨

[howfarwillyougo]

The boys getting Jimmy a new hat on Yellowstone (s1) is so wholesome.

[folklorianhaze]

I love you friends in my phone (kisses you each on your foreheads and gives you fresh baked chocolate chip cookies)

[moontopia]

there’s something so serene and brain silencing about a summer’s breeze, where you can feel the with wind on your face without a shiver and almost warm hug touching your body. I wish life felt like a summer’s breeze.

[belong2human-kind]

I'm "appreciation and support on every mutual and sabezra writer" supremacy 🥹

It feels so good reading all the kind comments when you do something you like and care, so it feels special to me spreading nice stuff around. You all deserve it the best!! 🌻

[moontheyo]

You know what would be nice though?

Going out in the cold winter. Either alone or not. With a mini grill. Cooking meats and/or veggies away as you're keeping warm with the little fire you have. Using the spices and herbs you have from your own home to bring such flavor to your tongue.

Yeah. I'd like that.

[teshadraws]

I vividly remember going on a trip with my family when I was little—maybe seven or eight? I have no idea where we went, and the only reason I remember the trip at all is because of the cheap hotel we stopped at on the way home. I was obsessed with swimming at the time and begged to go to the pool, where I found that the only other child present was a girl who didn’t speak a lick of English.

I come from a tiny country town. In my eight-ish years of life I had rarely interacted with someone who wasn’t just like me, let alone someone who only spoke Spanish. And yet in no time at all we were playing like best friends, communicating solely through made-up sign language and giggling over the sign we’d created for “toilet,” as children do. We swam and chased and laughed for hours, and I never even got her name.

I have no idea where she is now or how she’s doing, but I still think about her. I hope she’s doing well. And sometimes, when I’m in a situation where I’m nervous about reaching out to new people, I think about that day at the pool and how we didn’t even need words.

while i was trying to wade through the large amounts of people trying to leave the central subway station, everyone abruptly came to a halt in front of the subway turnstiles. two french girls had misunderstood the tap-out process, and one of them was now stuck behind the gate. as i was wracking my brain on how to explain the tap-in tap-out process of the milan metro to both of them with my rudimentary french while they both got increasingly upset at the closed gate between them, a young teenager suddenly pushed me to the side.

i was just about to give him my most scathing disgruntled glare when he took out his ticket and, after realizing they had no common language, started gesticulating wildly in front of the french girl left behind. he pointed at the ticket, then at her, and very seriously said: “on three, we go.” she nodded, and after he counted to three, holding up his fingers so there could be no confusion, they sprinted through the gate together, giggling profusely afterwards as if they had just pulled off the heist of the century,

it was just a small moment during the morning commute. but i realized then and there that the time i had spent trying to intellectualize the problem and wondering if my lack of language skills would be awkward the situation could have already been resolved. and that while i had been mad about being pushed aside, the teenager got it exactly right: no questions, no fear or shyness, just direct action to help where you can and rushing there to do so. i think about him every time now when i run to lift someone’s pram or ask a lost looking person if they need my help despite the fear of being rude. on three, we go.

[kuntniss]

Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[softgrlfriend]

I don’t have insta but I’d totally follow you because I googled your account and damn it looks rad as hell. Im seriously impressed if you make all those posts yourself. They’re lovely. You should have so much more interaction on there, the posts are aesthetically pleasing but meaningful too… I love it

thank you so much for this sweet message… 💌 it means a lot that you think so!! the driving motive behind my posts is always a means to make sense of myself, but also in the hopes that by doing so it might help others too… so I’m really honored! thank you. 🤍 sending lotsa love your way 🫧