actually fuck this im gonna walk into the deep sea and never come back. bye
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actually fuck this im gonna walk into the deep sea and never come back. bye
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Little star of heaven Lend me your brightness, For the life of this world Is a dark night.
Anonymous, from Bean Flower in “Selected Translations By W.S. Merwin: 1948-2011” (via adrasteiax)
“You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre, 1847 (via megairea)
The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill, And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streams. No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind; The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.
W.B. Yeats, from The Withering of the Boughs; Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
“But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.”
— Welcome to Night Vale: Episode 75: Through the Narrow Place
What is the use of grieving if nobody will listen
Anonymous, from Three Pampas Indian Songs in “Selected Translations By W.S. Merwin: 1948-2011” (via adrasteiax)
I’ve been thinking about this daily since it crossed my dash
little mans is 100% correct.
Who knows? I may find gladness in my grief: Consoled, amidst my tears, in the belief That, for my sake, you were resolved to die, And that, if someone saved you, it was I.
Jean Racine, Bajazet (tr. by Geoffrey Alan Argent), 1672 (via megairea)
SOMETHING. IS ON THE ROOF.
[ID: 2 replies. Reply from hamburger-time reads: don’t look, stay inside. I’ve seen horror movies. Reply from octagoncalibrator reads: possum intensifies. End ID]
The 2 types of people on Tumblr.
There is a domestication movement of possums in America. I think ours are cuter too. are you guys domesticating them?
Australian possums are definitely cuter than American possums, and no, that sounds like a terrible idea. The last thing we need is even more animals running around that are unowned but dependent on humans.
Where I live does have a giant sinkhole where tourists go to feed the resident possums bits of fruit, though.
I kinda actually love that. But also, all I can think is, “Hey kiddos, wanna go for a trip to the POSSUM PIT??!??!”
My aunt and uncle got married in the possum pit.
It’s a hole in the ground. There are some possums in it. If you give them bits of apple they will eat it. I don’t understand the question.
The sinkhole looks like this:
The possums live in the walls.
I wish to live near or inside the possum pit
Tourists & Traps 1st Stop: The Possum Pit!
Why is this still getting notes
I love how magical this is and how the Australian is just like
when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”
when andrea gibson said “i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.” & when ellen bass said “to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it”
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Give me your hand, still your breath, let’s rest Under this great tree where the breeze dies Beneath grey branches, in broken sighs, The soft, tender rays of the moon caress.
Paul Verlaine, from Circumspection (tr. by A.S. Kline); Jadis et naguère, 1884 (via megairea)
A good boy
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aardvarks are very good but what really charmed me about them was seeing them sleeping… theyre just so chilled out