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pleoros: Coinneach Morrison Eilean Siar, Scotland

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:32:29 -0400

Coinneach Morrison

Eilean Siar, Scotland

Look at this tree, man. The Angel Oak Tree is estimated to be...

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:17:26 -0400

Look at this tree, man.

The Angel Oak Tree is estimated to be in excess of 1500 years old, stands 66.5 ft (20 m) tall, measures 28 ft (8.5 m) in circumference, and produces shade that covers 17,200 square feet (1,600 m2). From tip to tip Its longest branch distance is 187 ft.

if i were a caterpillar i would probably emerge from my cocoon as another slightly fatter...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:56:26 -0400

if i were a caterpillar i would probably emerge from my cocoon as another slightly fatter caterpillar

"Life is so damned hard, so damned hard… It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:26:50 -0400

“Life is so damned hard, so damned hard… It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can’t be hurt ever any more. That’s the last and worst thing it does.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald The Beautiful and Damned (via mirroir)

Claude Monet (1840-1926), Tulip fields at Sassenheim, near...

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:56:31 -0400

Claude Monet (1840-1926), Tulip fields at Sassenheim, near Leiden (1886); oil on canvas.

waterfallfish: Ugh how do you expect me to decide what college to attend or who I want to marry or...

Tue, 14 May 2013 10:40:03 -0400

waterfallfish:

Ugh how do you expect me to decide what college to attend or who I want to marry or what I want to do for the rest of my life
I CAN’T EVEN DECIDE WHERE TO PUT A STICKER BECAUSE PEELING OFF THE BACK AND HAVING IT STAY IN ONE PLACE FOREVER IS TOO BIG OF A COMMITMENT FOR ME TO LIVE WITH

"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 06:31:11 -0400

““Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…””

- Sylvia Plath (via ihatenietzsche)

razorshapes: Timo Bergenhenegouwen Iceland (2011)

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:09:24 -0400

razorshapes:

Timo Bergenhenegouwen

Iceland (2011)

"‎People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:42:40 -0400

“‎People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via pink-bullets)

"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 17:24:04 -0400

“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.”

- Marya Hornbacher (via seabois)

"I always endowed madness with a sacred, poetic value, a mystical value. It seemed to me to be a..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:52:19 -0400

“I always endowed madness with a sacred, poetic value, a mystical value. It seemed to me to be a denial of ordinary life, an effort to transcend it, expand, to go far before the limitations of the human condition.”

- Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934 (via oh-to-be-a-work-of-art)

"But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling."

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:50:33 -0400

“But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.”

- Margaret Atwood (via likeafieldmouse)

Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of the Island

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:42:10 -0400

Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of the Island

favorite artists: Claude Monet (1840-1926) “Without the water,...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:38:24 -0400

favorite artists: Claude Monet (1840-1926)

“Without the water, the lilies cannot live, as I am without art.”
“I will paint almost blind, as Beethoven composed completely deaf.”

pleoros: Merging Oceans

Fri, 10 May 2013 15:19:32 -0400

pleoros:

Merging Oceans

"I am myself. That is not enough."

Fri, 10 May 2013 14:04:28 -0400

“I am myself. That is not enough.”

- Sylvia Plath (via lightdawns)

commovente: Botanical Garden Frankfurt/M.

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:54:30 -0400

commovente:

Botanical Garden Frankfurt/M.

"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the..."

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:54:01 -0400

“Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.”

- Anaïs Nin (via petrichour)

aseaofquotes: Paula McLain, The Paris Wife

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:52:49 -0400

aseaofquotes:

Paula McLain, The Paris Wife

"We seemed to share certain ideas about what happens in childhood, when you have to place yourself..."

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:49:23 -0400

“We seemed to share certain ideas about what happens in childhood, when you have to place yourself under the sign of your own name, your face, your voice, your outward reality. When you become a fixed position, a thing to others and to yourself. There were times, I told him, at the age of five, six, seven, when it was a shock to me that I was trapped in my own body. Suddenly I would feel locked into an identity, trapped inside myself, as if the container of my person were some kind of terrible mistake. My own voice and arms, my name, seemed wrong. As if I were a dispersed set of nodes that had been falsely organized into a form, and I was living in a nightmare, forced to see from out of this limited and unreal “me.””

- The Flamethrowers, Rachel Kushner (via kelsfjord)