there is thunder in our hearts.

hey friends. :) lots of thoughts on this decision, but finally (ha! mean it) going to say goodbye to...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 15:22:53 -0400

hey friends. :)

lots of thoughts on this decision, but finally (ha! mean it) going to say goodbye to tumblr. I’m grateful for all your kind words the past year and have had fun being part of the tumblr community, but where I’m at, I’m ready (and my heart needs) to move on. I am too guilty of wasting time instead of investing in what really matters, and truthfully, deleting my tumblr is just one step towards being truly intentional in every area of my life. However, it’s one that (to wax poetic), I need to take…so, here’s to taking that first step. I’m excited for this next season of life and ready to move on, even if it’s a small thing to say goodbye to.

one last question.

anyone know how to export posts without going through manually? ;)

love, h.

1-800-twat: tara (by andrew.nuding)

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 22:09:50 -0400

1-800-twat:

tara (by andrew.nuding)

carlottacisternas: my loves. (more)

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 22:08:39 -0400

carlottacisternas:

my loves. (more)

homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert because despite ten degree temperatures today, it felt...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:55:33 -0400

homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert because despite ten degree temperatures today, it felt like summer.

sorta.

well, not really.

but shortcake doesn’t need a reason.

Dance Lika Kalandaze

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:15:18 -0400

Dance

Lika Kalandaze

frostbittensummer: 76/365

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 18:30:37 -0400

frostbittensummer:

76/365

frostbittensummer: 73/365

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 15:45:23 -0400

frostbittensummer:

73/365

leftovers.

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 13:12:44 -0400

leftovers.

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Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:59:13 -0400

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Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:44:11 -0400

"Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day..."

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 21:45:45 -0400

“Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real.”

- Nora Ephron, I Feel Bad About My Neck (via shotdownartist)

laurennicolelove: soul.

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 21:45:40 -0400

laurennicolelove:

soul.

ohsimplelife: (via lovely things. /)

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 21:15:36 -0400

ohsimplelife:

(via lovely things. /)

best photography project you've ever seen?

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 21:04:00 -0400

looking for new one to follow along with. for example, days with my father, you thought you knew, you are my wild, I closed my eyes and saw this, an episode of actual experience.

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Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:54:52 -0400

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Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:28:23 -0400

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Mon, 18 Mar 2013 19:44:59 -0400

Fiction? About the permanent goodbye of death, and saying goodbye to someone you love, and how to breathe again...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 18:36:51 -0400

i. remember that the inhale exhale of breathing in and out is hardly ever gentle and air is sometimes slick as oil, thin as the brush of sleet, rough as sandpaper, sometimes all at the same time. there will come a time when it doesn’t hurt to live and your lungs will carry the pain of the memory instead.

ii. this too will pass. open wounds heal eventually. remembering is painful but needed, and unlike lemon on a cut, it cleans out the bitterness. some days you will walk with an ache like the scar that stays white hot from the gash that never healed and you will taste the limp in the air, feel the crystal of that moment and the distant memory will be fresh yet again. allow yourself the understanding to hold it close and let it go maybe even in the same moment.

iii. breathe again. and again.

iv. collect photographs and don’t be afraid that you’re crying, don’t be afraid that you’re not crying. don’t be afraid to be angry. in the moment, it doesn’t matter, but just let the red blood rage fill your veins and breathe it in and out and let it go. afterwards, you will understand that it wasn’t so much anger as it was the touch of a memory too close, the reaction of getting too near to a fire. nostalgia is not the bitter blue weeping of rain, it is the gulping flames that eat away today, because in the end, no matter how much it gives, fire takes more away.

v. life is but a kiss. we humans have funny ways of coping and it takes a friend to cry into to say, “I am here,” to realize you are not so alone as you once imagined. to learn the balance of holding tight and letting go is a tightrope but this is the secret — it’s only a foot from the ground.

take-root: I miss California. Photos by Michael A. Muller.

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 18:30:30 -0400

take-root:

I miss California.

Photos by Michael A. Muller.

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Mon, 18 Mar 2013 15:45:16 -0400