1. 20:47 21st Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from non-volerli-vittime

    Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.

    Louisa May Alcott, Rose in Bloom

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  2. 20:46

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  3. 20:33

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    Without their chloroplasts plants would be left like the rest of us, to eat what they find. Instead they hold out their green palms and catch light. If there is magic in the world, surely this is it: the descendants of tiny creatures in leaves, capable of ingesting the sun.

    Rob Dunn, “The Glory of Leaves,” National Geographic

    • Recommended article! 

    (via wordsnquotes)

  4. 20:07

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  5. 20:06

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  6. 20:05

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    I’ve fallen in love with you one hundred and thirty two times.
    The first was at 2am, sheets sticking to our skin, sharing a pillow,
    “tell me another secret”,
    The twenty third time was on a highway four hundred miles later. You held my face, the sun with butterflies, the sky with pink. I felt the world spinning around its invisible axis, the solar system around its visible star, my heart dizzy from your gravity.
    The seventy seventh time was when you came pouring out like a waterfall onto my toes. Give it all to me baby, the entire river, the flow and crash. I can take it. I can count so much higher.
    The one hundred and tenth time was when you took it all away from me. Left my mouth gaping, a vacuum trying to suck you back in. I fell in love with you as you were leaving, fell in love with what I’d miss.
    Fell in love with the face I kissed for the last time two days ago without knowing it.
    The one hundred and twelfth time was in the mouth of another man calling me baby. “you’re mistaken, I was not born in you, I was born in blue eyes that are blinking somewhere else now”.
    And shit, I fell in love with you just a moment ago, naked in your arms again, glutinous in how much of you I take, hoarding each moment I get in your arms, keeping them in the caves of my memory in case I’m forced to hibernate again.
    I’ve known you for six hundred and something days, loved you in three hundred and something of them. Some days I spend worrying about finances and the state of the world, some days I spend locked in my room listening to Radiohead albums on repeat, some days I smoke too much and some days I sleep through to take a break from being awake. But some days I experience the in-between of miracles and magic. Some days I lose myself entirely, all because you exist. Some days you look at me and I forget my name. I fall in love over and over, again and again, adding another tally to the wall.
    I’ve been alive for seven thousand and something days, most of which were mundane. Most of which were wasted. Some of which were spent falling in love with you, in your voice and in your fingertips, in your eyes and in your stride, in your presence and in your absence.
    Over and over.
    Again and again.
    With infinite tallies on a wall.
    — Magic Numbers by Stevie Lorann (via caelums)
  7. 20:01

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    Miyoko Ihara

    Misao the Big Mama and Fukumaru the Cat

    If you love a good cat photo, Miyoko Ihara's images of her grandmother and beloved cat will not disappoint you. From working in the fields to taking naps, these two are inseparable. Ihara not only explores the amazing bond between human and animal, but also tells the story of her elderly grandmother's life in Japan and the daily tasks she pursues. These images can be found in the beautiful book “Miyoko Ihara: Misao the Big Mama and Fukumaru the Cat.”

    text by Anna Capurso

  8. 10:55 18th Jul 2014

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I long for this life.


    I long for this life.

  9. 21:59 17th Jul 2014

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    Sanskrit is a fucking incredible language.


    "Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu" actually means "May all beings everywhere be happy and free, and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute to this."

    Not many languages could say that in four words.

    And what an incredible thing to wish upon the world. It’s not just all people on earth, it’s literally every life form currently in existence, and it’s practically an oath to try and contribute to their happiness and freedom from suffering in any way you can.

  10. 21:58

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    Loyalty and orgasms are all I really want in a relationship

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  11. 11:20 14th Jul 2014

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i want to live in a cottage in the country where it rains a lot, and have a fluffy cat who keeps my feet warm and the rooms always smell a little bit like burnt wood.


    i want to live in a cottage in the country where it rains a lot, and have a fluffy cat who keeps my feet warm and the rooms always smell a little bit like burnt wood.

  12. 11:19

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    These photographs, by New York-based Bing Wright, feature reflections of sunsets in shattered mirrors.


    Oh man. I was wondering if those were stained glass at first. O_o So gorgeous!

  14. 12:08 11th Jul 2014

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    People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.
    — Inayat Khan  (via mirroir)

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