“Why is love at birth so sweet and then so bitter? Is it because it caresses us first to devour us later?”
— siir-poesia ©
FRIENDS | 6.13
He steals clothes and hearts.
Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.
Throwback Thursday for Enda when he chose to climb into my lap. We drove to the breeders from a different state to get first pick and this little hamster just ran into my lap and asked for a hug.
I feel like animals pick you and that's the universe giving you your familiar.
Enda is 100% my beloved bark beast, I love my duke.
“Forest Sampler” - machine quilted paper, hand embroidery, paper sculpture, beading. Displayed in an antique printer’s tray. by Lost Lake Studio
Big Hanuman instalation at Vijaya Keeladri Divya temple, Vijayawada, Andhra Pradesh
I may be a tiny speck of light In the cosmos.But I was not without purpose.
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