X, 17, Singapore
"She must run sleeping along roads of skin"
Hugs, back rubs, photos, stories, books, heartfelt letters, scrapbooking, doodling, paint, dance, New York, old people, cottages, flowers, meadows, grass patches, the beach, surfing, breathing underwater, the safari, buggys, cycling, soccer, camps, good music, bands, concerts, Vic Firth, drumsticks, cymbals, Zildjian, red, crying, pain, losing myself, having too much fun, performing, warm milk //
twitter.com/flymetothewoon:
listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go"
This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look see for yourself!
Duane Michals, 1974
At the stairwell, I couldn’t believe a word you said.
1 I’d really just gone through hell giving you up and now it’s ingrained in my head how great you are for one another and I’ll never be anywhere near how good she is for you. Seriously tho - don’t let it go so easily! I’m rooting for you!
2 You repeating yourself just sounded a hell lot like you needed to convince yourself. When I loved you I never thought to say it - maybe because, like my sister said, you’re a words person - but I guess that wasn’t good for you either. I hope she says it to you all the time.
3 It sounded too much like a marriage vow or if that’s uncomfortable as it is for me - a promise. Which both of us commitment/marriage-fearing creatures know we shy away from. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have enough faith.
Give me some time, ok? I’m trying very hard to unlove you, I promise.
(via pythons)
whenever your skin and mine
are too far apart."
Alanis Morissette (via pythons)
owww, my guts et couer just gravitated towards each other and either a baby’s growing inside me or I’m getting cramps in the centre of my torso - I feel like a book that a papersmith just artfully cut a chasm model in and the green-blue-black water is flowing in
(haze + jetlag + math = spewing of ?????? things sorry I will sort it out uh someday)
goodmorning Yosemite (by CodyKlintworth)
Isn’t that the place with the geyser? Or Yellowstone?
About Tippi:
“Tippi Degre had the kind of childhood that sounds more like an episode from the Mowgli than a real story: born in Africa to French wildlife photographer parents, the little girl spent her days playing with such animals as a five-ton elephant, a cheetah, lion cubs and many others.
“I don’t have friends here. Because I never see children. So the animals are my friends,” she once said.
Her parents, Sylvie Robert and Alain Degre, documented Tippi’s childhood in a book called Tippi of Africa.”
~ A ~
A, The first letter of the European alphabets, has, in the English language, three different sounds, which may be termed the broad, open, and slender.
The broad sound resembling that of the German a is found, in many of our monosyllables, as all, wall, malt, falt; in which a is pronounced as au in cause, or aw in law. Many of these words were anciently written with au, as sault, waulk; which happens to be still retained in fault. This was probably the ancient sound of the Saxons, since it is almost uniformly preserved in the rustic pronunciation, and the Northern dialects, as maun for man, haund for hand.
A open, not unlike the a of the Italians, is found in father, rather, and more obscurely in fancy, fast, &c.
A slender or close, is the peculiar a of the English language, resembling the sound of the French e masculine, or diphthong ai in païs, or perhaps a middle sound between them, or between the a and e; to this the Arabic a is said nearly to approach. Of this sound we have examples in the words, place, face, waste, and all those that terminate in ation; as, relation, nation, generation.
A is short, as, glass, grass; or long, as, glaze, graze: it is marked long, generally, by an e final, plane, or by an i added, as, plain.
"(Source: , via explore-blog)
