“Life consists of rare individual moments of the highest significance and countless intervals in which at best the phantoms of those moments hover about us. Love, spring, a beautiful melody, the mountains, the moon, the sea – they all speak truly to our heart only once: if they ever do in fact truly find speech.” Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
‘Light: Outside, Inside’ by Tomas Sanchez
i legit havent felt this close to god’s love in weeks
People putting pictures of “ugly” and messy kitchens and saying that its their hell do not understand anything.
It’s your home.
The dishes are dirty because you ate, because you took care of yourself and you family. The paint is peeling above the stove from the heat of all breads you have baked and all teas you have brewed.
Heaven isn’t neat and perfect. It’s making coffee at 2 in the morning because you can, it’s the ugly feeling of sadness when a recipe goes wrong, its the comfort of peeling an orange to someone you love.
