April 19th, 2014
because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt
(and consequently dare to climb the sky)
e.e. cummings (via thedustdancestoo)

(via englishmajorinrepair)

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
Gabriel García Márquez (via strandbooks)

(via roseoftopaz)

…nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Vladimir Nabokov, “Mary”  (via bessmess)

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April 14th, 2014
1freckle:

Lucian Freud

1freckle:

Lucian Freud

(via ssting)

April 13th, 2014
Not being able to wear leggings because it’s ‘too distracting for boys’ is giving us the impression we should be guilty for what guys do.

Sophie Hasty, age 13

Responding to her middle school’s ban on shorts, leggings and yoga pants for girls.

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April 11th, 2014
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Jack Kerouac (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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maddieonthings:

"The masters voice"
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My remake with Maddie of the Classic RCA logo 🎶

maddieonthings:

"The masters voice"
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My remake with Maddie of the Classic RCA logo 🎶

(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

March 25th, 2014
2-spooky-s:

chalkandslaughter:

University of Arizona’s Growth Chamber on Antarctica.
(From BBC’s Frozen Planet)

damn the plant bloggers gonna lose there shit for this one

2-spooky-s:

chalkandslaughter:

University of Arizona’s Growth Chamber on Antarctica.

(From BBC’s Frozen Planet)

damn the plant bloggers gonna lose there shit for this one

(Source: chalkandwater, via plantandmineral)

casualblessings:

may you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it.

(via f0lklaur)

March 20th, 2014
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg

Happy first day of spring, chickadees!

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March 16th, 2014
Everybody has a hard job. All real work is hard. My work happened also to be undoable. Morning after morning for 50 years, I faced the next page defenseless and unprepared. Writing for me was a feat of self-­preservation. If I did not do it, I would die. So I did it. Obstinacy, not talent, saved my life.

Philip Roth on being a writer, echoing Joy Williams.

For a more joyful antidote, see Ray Bradbury.

(via explore-blog)

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