even their ruins were beautiful

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[culturenlifestyle]

Enchanting Bookworm Inspired Digital Illustrations by Simini Blocker

NYC based illustrator Simini Blocker understands the enchanting world bookworms revel in. From Hogwarts to Neverland or King’s Landing, Blocker captures the spellbinding imaginative realms literature has introduced to us with vibrant colours, gorgeous brushstrokes and fitting quotes from our favourite authors. You can find her gorgeous illustrations on Society6 and Etsy.

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[bklynlibrary]

Happy #BookLoversDay! 

[rachnbl]

perfection in a winter jacket 😍I mean seriously what is he? a goblin????

[triforce-princess]

a look back at the legend of zelda on wii u

[rachnbl]

auntie wars

the aunties at work are at it again. “whose cakes are those in the fridge?” T demands, her voice echoing out from the pantry. “they’ve been there for two weeks liao, whose ah??” she grumbles when obviously, no one answers her. everyone is too busy, rushing something - there’s always something or the other that’s urgent and demands attention - and no one pays her any attention. “whosever it is better come and take ah otherwise I’ll throw away I don’t care!”

the offending cakes are still there, one week later. “I’m gonna throw them away!” T says, disclaiming liability. she pokes her head out from the pantry- “I’m throwing away the chocolate cakes!” no one replies. being an auntie - different from aunty, the former is a non-relative prone to nagging and complaining, while the latter is a relative prone to nagging and complaining - T stays true to her nature and digs around the plastic bag containing the boxed cakes and fishes out a receipt.

“wah!” she sticks her head out the pantry door again. I am the unfortunate soul whose cubicle is situated right outside the pantry. “eh these cakes very ex leh, $22! so wasteful who don’t want to eat, so lang fei!” “wah,” I say. those ARE expensive cakes. “shit I would have eaten them if I had known no one was gonna claim.” “yah lor, me also!” T seems angrier at the thought of a missed opportunity then the fact that they were slowly growing mouldy in the fridge (and thereby contaminating everyone else’s food). she sighs and holds them over the bin. “whose cakes are these ah, should have given me to eat instead of keeping in there for three weeks!”

the dreaded cakes are finally disposed of.

[expressions-of-nature]

Twilight Volcano by 20EURO

[catsbeaversandducks]

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

This is such a pure and wholesome post <3

[rachnbl]

If I ever get a dog I would totally be that person that dresses it up in all sorts of outfits to match the seasons

[nowyoukno]

[fangirling-so-hard-rn]

Crows are scary They

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q) 

[doctormemelordmd]

Yeah but have you seen this 

[stultiloquentia]

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

[warwyrd-deactivated20170724]

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

[reallymisscoffee]

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

[ruggie-bucchis]

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

[avianawareness]

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice. 

[odpixel]

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. 

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

[lilith-knight]

Best birbs !!

[rachnbl]

the ending begins inside of the heart

the days stretch out before us, long and hot. it’s july, it’s fire season. i want to be forward looking but these days i am drowning in history. re-reading old journals and re-playing all the songs i use to swear my life by when i was twenty-one and drunk on possibilities. the days when i was silly with happiness, how my world was a city in the north, and i had everything i wanted at my doorstep. that was the summer we would take long walks in the fields by brown’s house, following the horse trail into the woods. the setting sun washing the world in a golden twilight when we finally emerged, back where we started.

i have so many memories of those years. of midnight roadtrips to the sea, a pebble beach and icy waters. of wandering through the cemetery under the full moon, until we encountered the fog swirling around the tombstones that were as large as me, and our foolish bravery gave way when we felt tentacles of mist creeping around our ankles. how phil grabbed my hand and we hightailed it out of there, choking back screams because we didn’t want to wake the dead. stefan tutting at us but walking quickly anyways, hurrying to keep up. trying to find brown after, our hands cold as we clung to each other, apologetically afraid, and how i couldn’t stop talking about zombies and phil kept saying did anyone see the figure by that tall tombstone, and stefan getting irritated because our phones had no reception. chancing upon brown sitting glumly outside a pub, trying to drink his anger, and phil yelling, get your girl, we’re leaving! 4am at a gas station, still trembling under the florescent lights, unsure if we had put enough distance between us and the dead.

sometimes, i think we never managed to outrun them. those days continue to stretch on, endless.

[rachnbl]

A quiet evening in the alleys of the Shinjuku Golden Gai. Japan, 2015

[rachnbl]

back lanes. Japan, 2015.

[thegoodvybe]

[rachnbl]

tiny secret staircases are my dream

[sosuperawesome]

Creative wooden shelving designs by BespOakInteriors on Etsy

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[rachnbl]

oooo yassss

[rachnbl]

the tiny things that make me happy: my floral dress, and my forest nails.

[rachnbl]

#throwback to those summer days by the sea, the salty wind tangling my hair, the sunlight glittering off the coastline, sharp and bright and beautiful. #tbt #travel #australia #sea #scenery #coast #wanderlust #beauty

[rachnbl]

#throwbackthursday to simpler, peaceful times by the river, when my biggest concern was whether I wanted to walk back home or take the tube. My heart yearns to be back, longs for red velvet cupcakes and Edwardian bookstores; the way the sun slowly went down and how the city grew quiet. #London, you’re magical in so many ways. ❤️

[rachnbl]

Autumn sweeps in like a gust of wind, bringing with it cold days of rain. But today is bright and windy, sunlight streaming in through the glass roof. The afternoon is filled with food, music, and kids running amok. I haven’t done much at all today, but this is enough.

[rachnbl]

“Libraries are about freedom. Freedom to read, freedom of ideas, freedom of communication. They are about education (which is not a process that finishes the day we leave school or university), about entertainment, about making safe spaces, and about access to information.” - Neil Gaiman