“The Courage of a Butterfly” by JaninesWorld

She was hopeless, helpless, head cradled in her hands, hands cradling the dead weight of a head tired of collecting memories. Her eyes flicked over the book of quotes beneath her, slipped onto her desk by her own hands and her subconscious self, the wind sneaking through the window to ripple the pages along. It died down only after page 12, where a quote glowed up from the paper like the best quotes tend to do, and made her blink twice to read it. (more…)

L’Ange du Foyer, 1937 by Max Ernst

He tried to accomplish the impossible.

He determined to shut his demons out, to barricade them away with walls of neglect and stubborn ignorance and a my way or the highway mentality. He tried running from them, fleeing, putting time and space and solid tangible objects between their existence and his. (more…)

Tiny Footprints by Franchesca Cox

A relationship is like a baby.

It needs love, attention, care, compassion. If you leave a baby without food and water, it will die. If you leave a baby without love, it will likewise die.

Did you know that? (more…)

“The Ship” by Salvador Dali

Externally, there’s nothing wrong. There’s nothing apparently out of shape, out of wack, out of place. Really, it’s all shipshape. Truly.

And yet, appearances can be deceiving. And a ship out of harbor is not a safe ship—but ships were not meant for harbors, as the saying goes. A harbor is nonetheless necessary; it is a home, a sanctuary from the storms, a chance to reconnect with life and brush wooden flanks with other ships and be reminded of the smells and sights and tastes of land, of the community. No man is an island, and a lone ship can only brave the wide ocean, alone, for a time. (more…)

“The Magic of Sunset” by Valayacu

It’s in the liminal space between waking and sleeping when all is forgotten, when all is at peace. It’s the liminal space between darkness and dawn, between sunset and moonrise, the twilight moment shrouded in soft mauve and burgundy colors, warm or cool, warming or soothing, the moment of peace and absolute beauty. It’s when the sun gives a first or final gold-drenched kiss to the world and its children, giving a first or final ray of hope that— for that moment, at least—we know has the energy to sustain us forever. (more…)