Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963

 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

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" Saunya, “Saturday Monin’”


Nafplio - Peloponnese - Greece (von Wilson Lu)

Gosh I have the travel bug. In two years this will be me.

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5lbs of potatos $2.50
5 apples $2.00
carrots $1.35
2lbs of strawberries $3.00
4 beets $2.00
small watermelon $2.50
green beans $1.50
2 cucumbers $1.50
3 romaine hearts $2.95
broccoli $1.35
4 peppers $2.50
4 tomatos $2.00
7 bananas $2.00
6 champagne mangos $5.00
1lb of mushrooms $2.00
coleslaw mix…

Well if you live in the fuckin hood, the fruits and veggies are not fresh and are marked up way higher than this. So for a lot of people, this kind of diet is expensive. Food justice is an actual thing, it’s a class issue.

canned and frozen are good too, fresh isnt a necessity. This was also from a discount market in my town.

While canned and frozen hold much of their nutritional value, there is still privilege in being able to get fresh produce on a weekly basis. That’s the point. And again, if you don’t live in a area where fresh food is an anomaly the fact that you got it cheap is not that shocking.

Vegetables and fruits are def not this cheap where I live and I don’t live in the hood lol

Find your local farm stand. I have to travel a bit for mine but it’s worth it! I get boxes of fresh fruit and veggies for $30 or less. And they always give me something free on my trips there. Last time They gave me a box of 6 bags of grapes for free because they were no longer “fresh” to sell! The point is not to buy all your produce at the grocery store, the prices are insane.


…I need to remember this.

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Embracing my beauty in its 100% natural state has been a journey. Who would have thought that I would be feeling mighty fine with my natural curls and bare face? Internal growth and acceptance is a beautiful thing.
- Saunya Shelise


Ayyyyyy, get it!!!

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This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

Geez. This was perfect. ❤️

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Blood Moon gif stabilized and slowed.

I stayed up to see it but it was too cloudy in Chicago. This is gorgeous!

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