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avoidance has saved me from everything it's also killed me a hundred million times
Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life
Algae in Lake Erie by Dave Zapotosky for The Blade
IT’S SPRINGTIME YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. PASS THE INSTRUCTIONS ON NOT GIVING UP BY ADA LIMÓN
IT’S THE GREENING OF THE TREES THAT REALLY GETS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!
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joy sullivan
People gathered around lava, Iceland.
Ants enjoying a drop of honey
“accept you can’t control everything” NOOOOOO
The Daily Life of a Grandma and Her Odd-Eyed Cat - Miyoko Ihara
The most amazing tree
“Nobody hurt you. Nobody turned off the light and argued with somebody else all night. The bad man on the moors was only a movie you saw. Nobody locked the door. Your questions were answered fully. No. That didn’t occur. You couldn’t sing anyway, cared less. The moment’s a blur, a Film Fun laughing itself to death in the coal fire. Anyone’s guess. Nobody forced you. You wanted to go that day. Begged. You chose the dress. Here are the pictures, look at you. Look at us all, smiling and waving, younger. The whole thing is inside your head. What you recall are impressions; we have the facts. We called the tune. The secret police of your childhood were older and wiser than you, bigger than you. Call back the sound of their voices. Boom. Boom. Boom. Nobody sent you away. That was an extra holiday, with people you seemed to like. They were firm, there was nothing to fear. There was none but yourself to blame if it ended in tears. What does it matter now? No, no, nobody left the skidmarks of sin on your soul and laid you wide open for Hell. You were loved. Always. We did what was best. We remember your childhood well.”
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carol ann duffy, we remember your childhood well
photography by uhgo for escama fina
advice for people that are actually doomed for real
The Night Cat, 2010
Andrew Fladeboe