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Dogs are so important and we must protect them at all costs
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we're not kids anymore.
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Show & Tell
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Jules of Nature
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girls teaching dog to bounce on mattress
Love it!
*slams fist on table* THIS IS THE KIND OF CONTENT I LIKE TO SEE
Dogs are so important and we must protect them at all costs
Up all night, Clarissa Bonet
RELEASE THE BUBBLE HORSE
A CONSPIRACY OF TRUTHS giveaway!!
Wait what? FREE BOOKS? Holy shit, which book do you mean–
In a bleak, far-northern land, a wandering storyteller is arrested on charges of witchcraft. Though Chant protests his innocence, he is condemned not only as a witch, but a spy. His only chance to save himself rests with the skills he has honed for decades – tell a good story, catch and hold their attention, or die.
But the attention he catches is that of the five elected rulers of the country, and Chant finds himself caught in a tangled, corrupt political game which began long before he ever arrived here. As he’s snatched from one Queen’s grasp to another’s, he realizes that he could either be a pawn for one of them… or a player in his own right. After all, he knows better than anyone how powerful the right story can be: Powerful enough to save a life, certainly. Perhaps even powerful enough to bring a nation to its knees.
(Publisher’s Weekly review) (Goodreads) (The “fanfic tags” for this book)
I’m giving away FIVE SIGNED COPIES of the hardback first edition of this book over the course of the next five weeks, with one winner chosen every week! You can reblog this post as many times as you want, you must be following me to win, and you can be living anywhere in the world. If you win, you will have the option to choose between a pristine copy, or one with extra art hand-drawn by me on the cover beneath the jacket. ;D
GO GO GO GO GO! Good luck!
Michoacán’s Monarch Butterfly sanctuary
We loved with a love that was more than love - Rupa Sutton
Carpenter Bee covered in pollen (Xylocopa)
Ghosts
The most beautiful writing I have ever read about the turning of the evening sky:
The sky was clear — remarkably clear — and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse. The North Star was directly in the wind’s eye, and since evening the Bear had swung round it outwardly to the east, till he was now at a right angle with the meridian. A difference of colour in the stars — oftener read of than seen in England — was really perceptible here. The sovereign brilliancy of Sirius pierced the eye with a steely glitter, the star called Capella was yellow, Aldebaran and Betelgueux shone with a fiery red.
To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be caused by the panoramic glide of the stars past earthly objects, which is perceptible in a few minutes of stillness, or by the better outlook upon space that a hill affords, or by the wind, or by the solitude; but whatever be its origin, the impression of riding along is vivid and abiding. The poetry of motion is a phrase much in use, and to enjoy the epic form of that gratification it is necessary to stand on a hill at a small hour of the night, and, having first expanded with a sense of difference from the mass of civilised mankind, who are dreamwrapt and disregardful of all such proceedings at this time, long and quietly watch your stately progress through the stars. After such a nocturnal reconnoitre it is hard to get back to earth, and to believe that the consciousness of such majestic speeding is derived from a tiny human frame.
(Thomas Hardy. (from) Far From the Madding Crowd)
Places where reality is a bit altered:
playgrounds at night
rest stops on highways
deep in the mountains
early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
schools during breaks
those little beaches right next to ferry docks
bowling alleys
unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips
your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
laundromats at midnight
• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet
galeries in art museums that are empty except for you
the lighting section of home depot
stairwells
•hospital waiting rooms •airports from midnight to 7am • bathrooms in small concert venues
I just got the weirdest feeling I swear
OK LISTEN THERE ARE REASONS FOR THIS!!!
A lot of these places are called liminal spaces - which means they are throughways from one space to the next. Places like rest stops, stairwells, trains, parking lots, waiting rooms, airports feel weird when you’re in them because their existence is not about themselves, but the things before and after them. They have no definitive place outside of their relationship to the spaces you are coming from and going to. Reality feels altered here because we’re not really supposed to be in them for a long time for think about them as their own entities, and when we do they seem odd and out of place.
The other spaces feel weird because our brains are hard-wired for context - we like things to belong to a certain place and time and when we experience those things outside of the context our brains have developed for them, our brains are like NOPE SHIT THIS ISN’T RIGHT GET OUT ABORT ABORT. Schools not in session, empty museums, being awake when other people are asleep - all these things and spaces feel weird because our brain is like “I already have a context for this space and this is not it so it must be dangerous.” Our rational understanding can sometimes override that immediate “danger” impulse but we’re still left with a feeling of wariness and unease.
Listen I am very passionate about liminal spaces they are fascinating stuff or perhaps I am merely a nerd.
I, for one, appreciate your passion for liminal spaces and thank you for explaining it to the rest of us.
Flying over a Montana pine forest during the first snowfall of the year
a mother’s fury. snapped by J©
What the hell did you listen to this year?
We surveyed a panel of music bloggers to narrow down the best albums, songs and videos from 2014. Now it’s your turn to bring this home and create the final list. Please go here and take a few minutes to pick your favs. If you don’t see yours in the drop-down, just write it in.
You have until Thursday, December 18, to make a difference before 3000 closes the poll and goes back to wearing normal clothes.
To recap, here’s what you picked in 2013 (hint: no repeats this year).
Tell your friends.
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