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Youโll never see the beauty in a chaotic world if all youโre doing is looking at the disasters instead of the sprouting flowers underneath the falling tree.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man;
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span;
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honey’d–cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven; quiet coves
His soul hath in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness – to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter, too, of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
i love movies so much i love the power of film and how they affect me and everyone and different genres and their beauty and different opinions and different cinematography techniques and colour palettes and good acting and interesting story and relatable characters and well written characters and good characterization and drama and good writing and tight direction and oh my god i’m so emotional i love film so much
I’m glad Your last boyfriend had such a short vocabulary, because I’ve been studying how to describe beauty for my whole life, been training myself to serve and love. I’ve been constructing myself to show You the true value that You hold, that I think stars are made from Your smile, that the sun rises just so we can be together.
I’m glad Your boyfriend didn’t have the courage that I do, that I’d fight the years to be with You, knowing that it will end with me growing old by Your side.
I’m glad Your boyfriend didn’t see You through the same lens I do, for you are 20/20 and it’s getting stronger everyday.
But I’m sad, because You had to have a boyfriend who didn’t love You like You should be loved. Because to me, You’re not just a pretty little flower, You’re the whole world in spring, and I’m in love with this season.
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.
1. Look at the stars every night; marvel at how small you are. Note: if it’s too cloudy to see the stars, marvel at the beauty of the clouds instead.
2. Drink a glass of water (add ice and lemon if you like) to stay hydrated. Repeat 8 times a day.
3. Walk barefoot in grass and feel nature between your toes. Examine a leaf, realise that you both have veins and you’re both complex and you’re both beautiful.
4. Play with a dog for a while. Notice how happy and carefree the dog is, appreciate the dog’s raw happiness and remember that you can be happy too.
5. Do something new everyday. Don’t keep a routine. Eat something you’ve never had before, go somewhere you’ve never been. Approach each day as a blank canvas and do something extraordinary with it.
6. Run. Sprint. Go as fast as you can until your legs are burning and your lungs are desperately trying to bring you oxygen. Enjoy the sensation of wind against your face and pavement under your feet. See how in control of yourself you are and how hard your body works to keep you going. When you have to stop, stop. Then walk back; remember sometimes it’s good to let yourself rest and to take your time.
7. Get some chalk and draw a beautiful pattern on pavement. Admire your work, you made something truly beautiful. Then wash it away with the hose, remember everything is temporary.
8. Remember that your body is made of stardust, atoms from the depths of the seas and the surface of the moon. You’re full of beauty and you are important.
she’s beauty and she’s grace, she dropped her phone on her face