"Things will go on as they have done up until now. They'll go from bad to worse. Things will go on, and then one day it will all be over."

- Amour 2012

@bleedingcolors

Things to Do in the Belly of a Whale

Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days. Look up for the blue sky through the spout. Make small fires with the broken hills of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals. Call old friends, and listen for echoes of sitting voices. Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you. Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart. Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope, where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all the things you did and could have done. Remember treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes pointing again and again down, down into the black depths
— Dan Albergotti

Good morning ☺️

@Restlessbraincells

A question for you.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

I,too,wake up in the middle of the night,feeling the need to cry,I don't know but sometimes I grieve this world and I dont know how to ease its burden. I can only feel its pain and burn as it burns.💔
-Aria

"YOU WILL STOP ASKING FOR ME"💔

You know I love you so.....🖤

To be alone, to be able to be alone is self-education. Solitude is choosing the type of pain, and practicing the actions of the heart with the freedom of self-made, or what is like being free from outside and making an emergency landing in yourself without a survival parachute. You sit alone as an idea devoid of the argument of proof, without contemplating what is going on in the dialogue between the outward and the inward. Solitude is filtered, not mirrored. It throws what is in your left hand into your right hand, and nothing changes in the movement from no idea to meaningless. But this innocent absurdity does no harm or benefit. Solitude is the choice of the affluent, it is the choice of the free.

Let's have a free classroom in solitude with isolé à âme.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

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