I Love You, The Love I Have For You Will Always Be There No Matter How Much Space It May Take In My Mind

Something tells me I'm going to love you forever.

I believe our souls have found each other yet again or maybe even for the first time for all I know. I do not wish to be apart of a lifetime where your soul, mind, or heart is not there. I have fallen without trying yet knowing what I know now I’d fall again and again blissfully with you. I’d wish to be so lucky to meet you in general in every lifetime and share you with the world. Yet I admit my heart’s selfish desire is to keep all of what you are, feel, and wish to be closest to me more so than any other. I acknowledge the inevitable challenges, hardships we may face together or alone. It doesn’t make me sad, depressed, angry, or regret the feelings that grow inside of this heart, the thoughts or wants that this feeling provoke, or even wish to our souls never have met to avoid any challenge that would, have, or will be given to us.

The acceptance I create, make peace with, and try to hold onto relating to the hardships that we will or might face grow after acknowledging every fear or anxiety of losing you, your soul, heart, mind, smile, generosity, presence, companionship, the sight of you and others enjoying each other’s happiness or sorrow. I accept whatever this life is or will be as long as I know you are sharing the same air to breathe, soil to live on, furthermore food and drink.

For you are not just a gift to I nor the world, but most importantly you are a gift you must give and allow yourself to receive. One my first attempts to put into words how lucky the universe, myself and even you should feel when coming to terms with how you are life itself, strength, joy, endearment, enlightenment, care, nobility, awake. You are a gift by your very existence, growth of personality and with every thought or second that passes.

I will be, as well as already am, yours in any capacity measurable. Whether it feels unnoticeable or inescapable

“If it works out between me and you, then let us go and be happy together”- George Kusunoki Miller.

To add to this quote. “If it works out between me and you, then let us go and be happy together. For my mind and soul could leave this body and earth resting filled with content after receiving the gift of ever living, connecting, and meeting your soul, mind, heart, and touch” -Me

So do I dial a number to teleport here or something 😍

𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣

Taking notes📝

home library so I never have to leave the house 📚

The land whispers ancient stories

@peaklass

Well I’m speechless lol

The Rabbit’s Leap

Timid, shaking, eyes dart wide, The rabbit trembles, seeks to hide. Afraid of true rejection’s sting, The kind that leaves you frozen, clinging.

Yet trembling, it steps ahead, Though looking back, its heart is dread. The forest, dark, once felt so near, Now whispers endless paths of fear.

What if this journey leads to none? What if freedom leaves it undone? Chains of wounds still fresh, still raw, The rabbit bleeds, its breath in awe.

Each step forward, growth and pain, Each step back feels cursed again. Its white fur stains with every fall, It hates itself, yet braves it all.

With a fox’s drive and deepened breath, It shakes off nature’s quiet death. The rabbit dares to break its mold, Embrace the new, though weak and cold.

It finds the sun, its warm embrace, And faces nights alone in space. Some would call it prey by name, But not all see it quite the same.

For even sitting still’s a choice, The rabbit runs to find its voice. Time waits for none; it knows this best, Wonderland is a self-made quest.

With wounds still healing, soul still worn, The rabbit hops through paths forlorn. Softly, it speaks of rewards unknown, And lets the past stay overthrown.

Each day’s an adventure, bold and bright, Even for a rabbit afraid of the night. Though fear still lingers after the fall, The rabbit moves, despite it all.

Couldn’t be more true in my own opinion and throughout the experiences of my own life

There is a certain kind of pain in holding on too tightly—to people, to dreams, to the past. We convince ourselves that if we grip hard enough, we can stop time, prevent endings, rewrite fate. But life was never meant to be held—it was meant to be felt, like the wind slipping through our fingers, like the tide kissing the shore before retreating into the vast unknown. We mourn what leaves, forgetting that not all departures are tragedies. Some things must end so we can begin again. Some loves are only meant to teach us, not stay. And maybe that is the greatest lesson: to love without possession, to dream without demand, to live without fear of the inevitable goodbye. Because in surrender, we find peace. In letting go, we find freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the things meant for us will find their way back home—not because we held on, but because we finally let them breathe on their own.

Would love to see one like this in person someday

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 12 March 2025

Native to Australia, Acacia dealbata (blue wattle, mimosa, silver wattle) is hardy between -5ºC and 1ºC, it does best in southern and coastal regions of the UK, where winters are milder. Here this fast-growing, evergreen tree, was thriving in a restaurant garden near Deal, Kent, and was covered with almond fragranced, bright yellow flowers and bees. Branches of flowerheads can be used as cut flowers.

Jill Raggett

It funny how this human brain of mine struggle to even make a lighthearted collage hardly referencing anything I actually hold sentimental thoughts, morals, or feelings for. Lord help me when it comes time I actually try to attempt and make a more serious collage that represents sorta my beliefs and takes on life.

by nathanaelbillings