184 Followers
Been thinking a lot about how much time I waste scrolling, but then again, some of the funniest things I’ve seen were random scroll moments. Balance is tricky.
Life is basically just trying not to cry at work and pretending emails matter.
Flower doggo reporting for cuteness duty.
At the roots of a fallen fir, fox kits wrestled the night Their joy echoed beyond vision Not all wildness is violent—some of it giggles
Stars floated on the pond like candles at a midnight vigil, trembling with every ripple. Infinity does not always roar—it sometimes hides in shallow places, waiting for eyes tender enough to notice what eternity looks like when it shrinks small enough to hold.
At the edge of the hill where the sun melted into the valley, I let the last light rest on my face. It didn’t ask for anything. It just was. And in its presence, I stopped needing to solve everything. Some endings are soft, like dusk, and that softness is a gift.
At the lake’s surface, loons sang dusk into memory Their wails wrapped around still water like regret I shivered—though the air was warm