The stars are falling like rain.

And some people feel the rain while others just get wet (Marley).

Twenty-one year-old girl, Lisa, from New England. INFP. Lover of the diggable tsac.

"There is not a “fragment” in all nature, for every relative
fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself."
—John Muir
    "When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched
    to everything else in the Universe."
    —John Muir
      "Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds or the
      music of water written in river-lines?"
      —John Muir
        "As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds
        sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood,
        storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with
        the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near
        the heart of the world as I can."
        —John Muir

          (Source: timelordgifs)

            "I am perpetually awaiting
            a rebirth of wonder"
            —Lawrence Ferlinghetti, “I Am Waiting,” x.

              Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s “The General Song of Humanity” (1975)

              The General Song Of Humanity

              By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

              On the coast of Chile where Neruda lived
                  it's well known that
                     seabirds often steal
                                   letters out of mailboxes
                                     which they would like to scan
                                              for various reasons
              Shall I enumerate the reasons?
                      they are quite clear 
                              even given the silence of birds on the subject
                  (except when they speak of it 
                       among themselves
                 between cries)
              First of all
              	they steal the letters because
              	       they sense that the General Song
              		              of the words of everyone
                                   hidden in these letters
                    must certainly bear the keys
                           to the heart itself of humanity
                                            which the birds themselves
                                                 have never been able to fathom
                             (in fact entertaining much doubt
              	       that there actually are
              				hearts in humans)
              And then these birds have a further feeling
                               that their own general song
              		might somehow be enriched
                                         by these strange cries of humans
                     (What a weird bird-brain idea
                           that our twitterings might enlighten them)
              But when they stole away
                                     with neruda's own letters
                             out of his mailbox at Isla Negra
                        they were in fact stealing back their own Canto General 
                  which he had originally gathered 
              				 from them
              	   with their omniveriious  & ecstaic
                                                                  sweeping vision
              But now that Neruda is dead
                    no more such letters are written
                        and they must play it by ear again-
                              the high great song
                                              in the heart of our blood & silence
              							Cuernavaca, October 26,'75

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                  there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace   

                  (Source: floozys)


                    i can’t stop laughing he’s like what no climb

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                        filed under: Bc, lovely, face,

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                          filed under: fire, spark,

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An Edit a Day ⚜ Benedict Cumberbatch ⚜ [79/?]


                            An Edit a DayBenedict Cumberbatch ⚜ [79/?]



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