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Jul 9, 2014 / 192,141 notes

cumfort:

you realize how much effort you make with a person when you don’t text them first for once and they never speak to you again

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Jul 5, 2014 / 153,594 notes

temperamental-creature:

marvelous-gallifrey:

funnyfandomfeelz:

mermaidandthedrunks:

Supernatural fandom should be coming any moment now. 

an unexpected addition but highly appreciated

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Jul 5, 2014 / 1,069 notes

americamotherfuckers:

if you liked it then you shoulda given it FREEDOM

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Jul 5, 2014 / 483,010 notes

puppyclub:

heathers-rivera:

there is always hope 

i live for this post

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Jul 3, 2014 / 351,362 notes
Jun 30, 2014 / 128,379 notes
the-library-and-step-on-it:

FROM THE VAULTS:




Botany and Zoology
The Signature Of All Things, Elizabeth Gilbert
It used to be that god was revealed in the wonders of nature; now God was being challenged by those same wonders. Scholars were now required to choose one side or the other.
The Orchid Thief: A True Story of Beauty and Obsession, Susan Orlean
'You'll curse the insects,' he said at least, 'and you'll curse the natives… The sun will burn you by day and the cold will shrivel you by night. You'll be racked by fever and tormented by a hundred discomforts, but you'll go on. For when a man falls in love with orchids, he'll do anything to possess the one he wants. It's like chasing a green-eyed woman or taking cocaine… it's a sort of madness…'
Under The Sea-Wind, Rachel Carson
With the dusk a strange bird came to the island from its nesting grounds on the outer banks. Its wings were pure black, and from tip to tip their spread was more than the length of a man’s arm. It flew steadily and without haste across the sound, its progress as measured and as meaningful as that of the shadows which little by little were dulling the bright water path. The bird was called Rynchops, the black skimmer.
King Solomon’s Ring, Konrad Lorenz
Without supernatural assistance, our fellow creatures can tell us the most beautiful stories, and that means true stories, because the truth about nature is always far more beautiful even than what our great poets sing of it, and they are the only real magicians that exist.
The Peregrine, J.A. Baker
No pain, no death, is more terrible to a wild creature than its fear of man.
My Family and Other Animals, Gerald Malcolm Durrell
Among the myrtles the mantids moved, lightly, carefully, swaying slightly, the quintessence of evil. They were lank and green, with chinless faces and monstrous globular eyes, frosty gold, with an expression of intense, predatory madness in them. The crooked arms, with their fringes of sharp teeth, would be raised in mock supplication to the insect world, so humble, so fervent, trembling slightly when a butterfly flew too close.
Jun 26, 2014 / 60 notes

the-library-and-step-on-it:

FROM THE VAULTS:

Botany and Zoology

The Signature Of All Things, Elizabeth Gilbert

It used to be that god was revealed in the wonders of nature; now God was being challenged by those same wonders. Scholars were now required to choose one side or the other.

The Orchid Thief: A True Story of Beauty and Obsession, Susan Orlean

'You'll curse the insects,' he said at least, 'and you'll curse the natives… The sun will burn you by day and the cold will shrivel you by night. You'll be racked by fever and tormented by a hundred discomforts, but you'll go on. For when a man falls in love with orchids, he'll do anything to possess the one he wants. It's like chasing a green-eyed woman or taking cocaine… it's a sort of madness…'

Under The Sea-Wind, Rachel Carson

With the dusk a strange bird came to the island from its nesting grounds on the outer banks. Its wings were pure black, and from tip to tip their spread was more than the length of a man’s arm. It flew steadily and without haste across the sound, its progress as measured and as meaningful as that of the shadows which little by little were dulling the bright water path. The bird was called Rynchops, the black skimmer.

King Solomon’s Ring, Konrad Lorenz

Without supernatural assistance, our fellow creatures can tell us the most beautiful stories, and that means true stories, because the truth about nature is always far more beautiful even than what our great poets sing of it, and they are the only real magicians that exist.

The Peregrine, J.A. Baker

No pain, no death, is more terrible to a wild creature than its fear of man.

My Family and Other Animals, Gerald Malcolm Durrell

Among the myrtles the mantids moved, lightly, carefully, swaying slightly, the quintessence of evil. They were lank and green, with chinless faces and monstrous globular eyes, frosty gold, with an expression of intense, predatory madness in them. The crooked arms, with their fringes of sharp teeth, would be raised in mock supplication to the insect world, so humble, so fervent, trembling slightly when a butterfly flew too close.

Jun 26, 2014 / 425,773 notes

r3ckless-thoughts:

barebackinq:

when you have a coughing fit in class and you are trying to hold it inimage

i cant believe how true this is 

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lilaramona:

-Jade?
-Alexander?
‒ Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
‒ I sure do‒you came jumping out after me.
‒ Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place, and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
‒ Yes, I do.
‒ Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.
‒ What didn’t you tell me?
‒ Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now
Jun 25, 2014 / 6,012 notes

lilaramona:

-Jade?
-Alexander?
‒ Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
‒ I sure do‒you came jumping out after me.
‒ Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place, and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
‒ Yes, I do.
‒ Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.
‒ What didn’t you tell me?
‒ Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now

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Jun 24, 2014 / 4,251 notes

stand-up-comic-gifs:

 I really get overly into TV - Hannibal Buress

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Jun 24, 2014 / 174,751 notes

connorkawaii:

do you ever get friendlust. like. you just see someone and you’re like. man. i have such a friendcrush on you. i wanna be ur friend so bad. i wanna be more than a friend. i wanna be a BEST friend u hear me. ur so cool. i admire u a lot and ur so funny. plz b my bffl. i will treat u right. let me be ur drake-friend. no other friend will treat u like i would

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Jun 22, 2014 / 182,854 notes

dragondicks:

promoting body positivity for larger girls:

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doing so by throwing skinny girls under the bus, calling thinner girls “fake”, or insisting that being bigger is “what men really want” (implying that any female body type is only good if it has male approval):

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Jun 22, 2014 / 411,553 notes

littlemorethananerd:

soylentvanilla:

Don’t tell me you “understand” why I’m vegan. If you understood you’d be vegan, too.

Understanding doesn’t equal agreement. I understand why Walter White started to cook meth, doesn’t mean I’m gonna buy an RV and a barrel of methylamine.

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ravendarkcreations:

For the grandparents.
Jun 21, 2014 / 20 notes

ravendarkcreations:

For the grandparents.

pizzaforpresident:

All of my dad’s texts are poetry to me
Jun 21, 2014 / 190,783 notes

pizzaforpresident:

All of my dad’s texts are poetry to me

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