Moth's wings and heavenly things

Robert Gligorov, Unknown Origin. (via x)

Fri, 10 May 2013 02:13:23 +0100

Robert Gligorov, Unknown Origin. (via x)

When I was little I hid my heart under my bed and on Sundays I buried my dreams in the sandbox and...

Fri, 10 May 2013 02:12:32 +0100

When I was little

I hid

my heart under my bed

and on Sundays I buried my dreams

in the sandbox and talked to the whistle

of the wind. In school, I’d write poems

onto paper airplanes. I threw them as far and wide

as I could because I was too nervous

to talk them into this world

- but they were sank into paper balls

by words such as ‘attention’ and ‘sir’.

By the time I’d grown up I’d dusted off

my heart that I’d hidden so long,

pulled it from the claws of monsters that hid

under my bed,

found the ‘X’ that marked the spot in the sandbox

and went chasing my breath

that I had lost in the wind.

On days when the world doesn’t have a friendly face,

look up

to that man in the moon,

smiling, and shining,

always smiling

and living up to his name.

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Fri, 10 May 2013 02:12:28 +0100

White Hellebore from the Helleborus genus. (x).

Fri, 10 May 2013 02:11:40 +0100

White Hellebore from the Helleborus genus. (x).

novagasms: butterflies can’t see their own wings and don’t...

Fri, 10 May 2013 02:11:34 +0100

novagasms:

butterflies can’t see their own wings and don’t know how beautiful they are. people are like butterflies

They also have no concept or understanding of beauty

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 13:06:03 +0100

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Thu, 25 Apr 2013 20:57:42 +0100

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Thu, 25 Apr 2013 20:57:22 +0100

The day I let you go was the day I started yoga but I couldn’t stretch anything well except...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 20:57:04 +0100

The day I let you go

was the day I started yoga

but I couldn’t stretch anything well

except the truth.

The next day

I listened to the radio’s static

for 14 minutes and 32 seconds

because I thought I might hear your voice.

When I forgot the colour in your eyes

I bought every shade of blue paint from the shop.

You’ve been gone such a long,

long, long time.

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Mon, 25 Mar 2013 03:16:24 +0000

They keep me up at night - ghosts that have shadows. Monsters exist inside of us, mine smelt of...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 03:16:04 +0000

They keep me up at night -

ghosts

that have shadows.

Monsters exist inside of us,

mine smelt of smoke

(and cinnamon)

it was a dancer,

a big swimmer - a real positive thinker.

I think you are the reason

that I cannot sleep.

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Mon, 25 Mar 2013 02:45:38 +0000

scientificillustration: Taraxacum officinale - the dandelion -...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 02:43:49 +0000

scientificillustration:

Taraxacum officinale - the dandelion - Haslinger Botanische Wandtafeln

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Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:39:18 +0000

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Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:39:04 +0000

Sometimes, words can heal wounds deeper than oceans and mysterious as a lover’s heart. If you...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:38:54 +0000

Sometimes, words

can heal

wounds deeper than oceans

and mysterious as a lover’s heart.

If you find yourself lost -

speak to yourself

and maybe the words

will answer for themselves.

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Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:36:11 +0000

headlikeanorange: Mexican free-tailed bats (Untamed Americas -...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:35:42 +0000

headlikeanorange:

Mexican free-tailed bats (Untamed Americas - NGC)

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Fri, 08 Mar 2013 03:05:02 +0000

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