February 19th, 2013
transparent-flowers:

Red Poppy. Papaver nudicale.
Requested by the lovely heypkay :) x

transparent-flowers:

Red Poppy. Papaver nudicale.

Requested by the lovely heypkay :) x

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floralle:

Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

floralle:

Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

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The secret of happiness is this: let your interests be as wide as possible, and let your reactions to the things and persons that interest you be as far as possible friendly rather than hostile.

Bertrand Russell (via dougmenagh)

:) 

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December 19th, 2012

Tim Knowles - Tree Drawings (2006)

Artist’s statement:

“A series of drawings produced using drawing implements attached to the tips of tree branches, the wind’s effects on the tree recorded on paper. 

Like signatures each drawing reveals the different qualities and characteristics of each tree.”

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The Moon from Alphonse Mucha’s The Moon and the Stars series, 1902

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formido:

first obs. by Adara . on Flickr.

formido:

first obs. by Adara . on Flickr.

I felt I was on fire with the things I could’ve told you. I just assumed you eventually would ask.

Conor Oberst  (via anditslove)

THIS.

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December 17th, 2012

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floralls:


telephone (by sunflowering)

floralls:

telephone (by sunflowering)

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December 16th, 2012
I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.
Andrea Gibson  (via ceedling)

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December 7th, 2012

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December 6th, 2012

Grizzly Bear | Gun-Shy

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