We carry the lives we’ve imagined as we carry the lives we have, and sometimes a reckoning comes of all the lives we have lost.
Helen Macdonald, from H is for Hawk (Jonathan Cape, 2014)

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mpdrolet:

Bunch, 2012
Diane Scherer

mpdrolet:

Bunch, 2012

Diane Scherer

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lacoste:

Yellow Sun

lacoste:

Yellow Sun

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We resist the great temptations, but eventually it is the little ones that pull us down. I remember your saying that such a life could never satisfy me and I was ashamed to admit that it could.
The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton (via thechocolatebrigade)
howtoskinatiger:

Fox mom returning with a fawn from the hunt. Waterton, AB by bimmerzita on Flickr.

howtoskinatiger:

Fox mom returning with a fawn from the hunt. Waterton, AB by bimmerzita on Flickr.

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nevver:

Better living through chemistry

nevver:

Better living through chemistry

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magictransistor:

Matsya Avatar of Vishnu, Ravi Varma Press, c. 1910.

Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.
Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

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lapitiedangereuse:

Nothing remains but to hope the end will come to extinguish the unrelenting pain of waiting for it.” ― Pier Paolo Pasolini, Poems

lapitiedangereuse:

Nothing remains but to hope the end will come to extinguish the unrelenting pain of waiting for it.” 
― Pier Paolo PasoliniPoems

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