Nic

O solitude, my sweetest choice,
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult and from noise,
How ye my restless thoughts delight!

Antoine Girard de Saint-Amant (1594-1661)

I wish I had marketable skills.

Oh wait...

I wish the arts were still considered marketable skills.

There. Fixed that for me.

Hey Bowen! RedScot here sending you a bunch of love x

Clouds On The Horizon ... are not necessarily a bad thing... I've gone back to a favourite theme of mine for this (um, next) year's calendar, having been fortunate enough to have seen some real beauties lately. Whether in...

(And when I say "*ish" I mean 46.6666667% but it takes up quite a space on an advert!) 😂🤣

Details from the original post on the link below:
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HAPPY NEW YEAR my Portapretties!
So you still need something wonderful to put on your walls to help discern what day/month/year it is currently? (Welcome to January!)
YOU'RE IN LUCK! I still have 6 calendars left which are here to help YOU in your time of need! (cont. below...)

There's a fine line between comfort clutter and depression squalor and boy do I walk that line like Johnny everloving Cash

The amount of things I *don't need* continues to boggle my mind.

It's disquieting to realise that I would have probably been put in an asylum for my mental health problems, had I lived a hundred years ago.

When you realise there's no point in keeping all the lovely things you'd collected and found for your future life together.

Loss trifecta: my Dad, my 'nephew' cat, my relationship. 3 kinds of grief wrapped up in a loss of self, and future.

I'm so tired.

I'm tired.