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strangelyestranged

Greetings, sentient life-form.

immortels:

the tiny, spiny hedgehog (by manyfires)

immortels:

the tiny, spiny hedgehog (by manyfires)

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.

—William Faulkner (via immortels)

skeletales:

This paper craft artist loves finding bits of paper, which would otherwise be tossed in the trash, and transforming them into these lively butterfly sculptures. A master of working with her hands, Rebecca Coles is “fascinated with the process by which three-dimensional decorative forms materialize out of flat sheets of paper.” To create these sculptures, Coles draws each shape onto paper, and then over the course of days, or sometimes weeks, she carefully and meticulously hand cuts each one out of the recycled medium.

Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

—Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via blua)

(via immortels)

Why are there so many songs about rainbows,
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions,
But only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong, wait and see
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

—Muppets (via phoenixalena)

caviaporcellus:

Meow!

(Source: uinyan)

fyeahuniverse:

Cross-section of bulrush (Juncus sp.) autofluorescing by Mr. Jan Martinek

fyeahuniverse:

Cross-section of bulrush (Juncus sp.) autofluorescing by Mr. Jan Martinek

Let me take you down, ‘cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn’t matter much to me.

—The Beatles, Strawberry Fields Forever (via vanished)

(via immortels)

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence.
The connections, sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent., that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.

(Source: kranzing, via dirtyfuturesexandlovesounds)

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