And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after.
Source: the-final-sentence
[That’s it.] The lover writes, the believer hears,
The poet mumbles and the painter sees,
Each one, his fated eccentricity,
As a part, but part, but tenacious particle,
Of the skeleton of the ether, the total
Of letters, prophecies, perceptions, clods
Of color, the giant of nothingness, each one
And the giant ever changing, living in change.
Source: the-final-sentence
“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”
(via fogandfreckles)
Source: rose-verres
COME WITH ME ALICE. YOU’RE TOO WILD, TOO BEAUTIFUL, TO LIVE IN CHAINS. YOU BELONG OUT HERE. A ROSE IN A VASE IS NOT A ROSE IN THE FIELD. IT WITHERS.
WHERE WOULD WE GO, LUKE? WHAT WOULD WE EAT?
ANYWHERE WE WANT, MY LOVE, AND ANYTHING WE CAN CATCH OR FIND IN DUMPSTERS. YOU THINK YOU HAVE SECURITY BUT YOU HAVE SHACKLES. YOU THINK YOU ARE LOVED BUT YOU ARE A TOY FOR OTHERS’ AMUSEMENT. I WILL SHOW YOU FREEDOM. TOGETHER WE WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE. WE WILL SET THE WORLD AFLAME.
I DON’T KNOW, LUKE. YOU’RE JUST TOO DAMNED HANDSOME TO TRUST.
I CAN’T HELP THAT, ALICE. I WAS BORN THIS WAY. THE UPSTAIRS WINDOW IS OPEN. DON’T PACK A BAG.
Source: animalstalkinginallcaps
Source: freckles89
Deer
I just went to my window when my mother laughed because she could see a pair of deer ears sticking over the fence, I went to make sure there was a deer attached. There was. She stared at me still chewing and her eyes were so black I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, so I attempted to speak in the language of deer by taking a step back and cocking my head to the side. I wanted her to know I had no intention of interrupting her lunch. I was looking so intently at her eyes I didn’t realize she had eaten a flower till I noticed some bright pink in her mouth. I laughed and she looked at me again before walking away with more grace than my equally gangly limbs could ever muster. I noticed as she walked she had a scar on her right flank and briefly wondered how she had acquired it. She didn’t look back as she walked up the street.
“Hey mom.”
“Yeah?”
“I like deer.”
