full of wonder.

soaringriverbear:

Bloodstone jasper. Turquoise. Crystal. Medicine for a sweet flying raven girl. Emily. Red and black horn beads. Grounding.

inkywings:

"All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time." - Ernest Hemingway

inkywings:

"All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time." - Ernest Hemingway

mymodernmet:

Napkin Notes by Garth Callaghan

A 44-year-old father with terminal cancer writes 826 notes on napkins to pack with his daughter’s lunches for everyday she has class, through high school.

(via fengshit)

truangles:

A Bangladeshi girl hangs on to the side of a train, taken by Tab Tuhin in 2008

truangles:

A Bangladeshi girl hangs on to the side of a train, taken by Tab Tuhin in 2008

(via rain---song)

What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look though your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness of ravens”?

Two-Minute Personality Test, Jonathan Safran Foer (via 5000letters)

(Source: thismtnsoul, via 5000letters)

common-paradox:

“Dreyfus once wrote from Devil’s Island that he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany, he realized they had only been sea gulls… For me, they will always be… glorious birds. “

common-paradox:

Dreyfus once wrote from Devil’s Island that he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany, he realized they had only been sea gulls… For me, they will always be… glorious birds. “

(via rain---song)

Zoos are full. Prisons are overflowing. Oh my! How the world still dearly loves a cage.

Harold and Maude

(via caffeineandkarma)

(via rain---song)

those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.

—Charles Bukowski (via i3elle)

I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.

— Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass  (via larmoyante)