soft epilogue

hannah. icon art by galaxyspeaking

[holybeings]

an ornithologist pointed a microphone at a bird sitting alone on a wire and caught the sound of the bird singing a song at a decibel so low that it would be impossible for another bird to hear it, meaning the bird was singing quietly to itself I love life

[raspberryripley]

[mylordshesacactus]

on the thirteenth day of christmas my true love was investigated for his many flagrant violations of the Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918

[goddamnshinyrock]

[ispyspookymansion]

happy frightened friday

[ispyspookymansion]

happy scared saturday

[ispyspookymansion]

happy skittish and spooked sunday

[ispyspookymansion]

happy malicious forces at work monday

[ispyspookymansion]

happy terrified tuesday

[whitepeopletwitter]

No Snakes, Yes Snakes

[bambi-lesbian-posts]

It’s No Snakes Tuesday

[spooky-rose-boy]

It’s Yes Snakes Sunday

[thingsworthsaving]

The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another.

-James Baldwin

[drunkwhenimadethis]

It’s literally dark by 4pm. Do you think that’s good for me? Do you think I am loving this

[funny-tik-toks]

[owlmylove]

the flesh is unwilling and honestly, the spirit isn't too keen on the idea either

[spacemancharisma]

haven’t seen this on tumblr yet, and tis the season

[uranodioning]

[caption] driver, muttering: god damnit, it’s paul. driver, at full volume: mornin’ paul! paul, cheerfully: the world will be reduced to ash! driver, muttering again: jesus christ that guy creeps me out. [/caption]

[lauf-aiya-rson-deactivated20190]

[additionally the driver is brian david gilbert, paul is a skeleton sitting on a bench with its arm sticking in the air, and the voice of paul is also brian david gilbert]

[fallingtowers]

"grackle" really is a perfect name for a bird. knocked it out of the park w/ that one

[great-and-small]

Bird identification is so fucked up in a really fun way you can’t understand until you get into it. For example, there is a type of goose called the cackling goose that looks exactly like a Canada goose except smaller and “cuter”. The cackling goose is way, way, more rare in most places than its relatively common cousin, so it’s on tons of birders life lists. Everyone wants to see a cackling (look in any bird ID group to see lots of hopeful people posting petite Canada geese). The two species regularly commingle, so sometimes a flock of those common parking lot birds will have the equivalent of a Pokémon shiny just hanging out in the middle of them.

How ridiculous and fun is that? I can never look at a big group of Canada geese without scrutinizing their ranks for an adorable little extremely rare cutie pie cackling goose. It reminds me a bit of mushroom harvesting minus the risk of death if you get it wrong

[kingfucko]

shiny on the left

[butterflypimp]

sometimes you have to choose the neural pathway less traveled in your brain

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

[text ID: All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.]

[cubesandstuff]

Me, in the summer heat, taking 2 points of fire damage every second: aeugh aeugh aeugh ough eough ough eaugh

[pre-histories]

“September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951 (via forestlore)

[1995lahaine]

i love her so fucking much you guys have no idea

[yassmines]

nasty mustache! gelled

[flowerytale]

Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours”