13th of December 2013
 

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21st of January 2013
 
15th of November 2012
 

The Tree and the Chrysalis

From the branch of an olive tree

there hung a tiny chrysalis the color of a emerald.

Tomorrow it would be a butterfly, freed from it’s cocoon.

The tree was happy to see his chrysalis grown,

but secretly, he wanted to keep her a few more years.

"So as long as she remembers me."

He’d shielded her from gusts,

saved her from ants,

but tomorrow she would leave

to affront alone predators and poor weather.

That night,

a fire ravaged the forest, 

and the chrysalis never became a butterfly.

At dawn, the ashes cold, 

the tree still stood, 

but his heart was charred,

scarred by the flames, scarred by grief.

Ever since then, 

when a bird alights on the tree,

the tree tells it about the chrysalis that never woke up.

He pictures her, wings spread, 

flitting across a clear blue sky,

drunk on nectar and freedom,

the discreet witness to our love stories. 

14th of November 2012
 
thedailywhat:

This is What Happens When Sand Gets Struck by Lightning:
Fulgurites are natural hollow glass tubes formed in quartzose sand, silica, or soil by lightning strikes (at 3,270 °F), which instantaneously melts silica on a conductive surface and fuses grains together over a period of around one second. Photographed by Ken Smith.

thedailywhat:

This is What Happens When Sand Gets Struck by Lightning:

Fulgurites are natural hollow glass tubes formed in quartzose sand, silica, or soil by lightning strikes (at 3,270 °F), which instantaneously melts silica on a conductive surface and fuses grains together over a period of around one second. Photographed by Ken Smith.

3rd of June 2012
 

there are days when I don’t like you.

there are days when I know you don’t like me.

there are not days when I don’t love you.

 
my roomate
26th of April 2012
 
boniverotica:

This morning, after our passionate and tender lovemaking, Bon Iver brought me fresh-brewed coffee in a mug he’d carved out of the branch of a tree that fell in the wind. I sipped it while he hummed and assembled his ice-fishing gear.

boniverotica:

This morning, after our passionate and tender lovemaking, Bon Iver brought me fresh-brewed coffee in a mug he’d carved out of the branch of a tree that fell in the wind. I sipped it while he hummed and assembled his ice-fishing gear.

(via pitchfork)

24th of April 2012
 
When I work 40 hours at my new job the week before finals

When I work 40 hours at my new job the week before finals

13th of April 2012
 
 

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31st of March 2012
 
chasethesummersun:

Mine

the most left one reminds me of the one i had to sell, i miss it so much

chasethesummersun:

Mine

the most left one reminds me of the one i had to sell, i miss it so much

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