July 22, 2014
"It never grew easy
but at last I grew peaceful"

Starfish by Mary Oliver 

July 22, 2014
"the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own"

The Journey by Mary Oliver 

July 22, 2014
"She survived whatever happened;
she forgave; she became."

W.H. Auden, “The Model” (via wordsnquotes)

(via ljr143)

July 22, 2014
bestqualitybeksinski:

Zdzisław Beksiński

bestqualitybeksinski:

Zdzisław Beksiński

July 22, 2014
"Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table"

— W.H. Auden (via whauden)

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July 19, 2014
"

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

"

— If, Rudyard Kipling 

July 18, 2014

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July 17, 2014

July 17, 2014
"Wherever our most primal fears reside- our fears of the dark, of being devoured, of meaninglessness, of lovelessness, or of loss- chances are good that beneath them lie gems of wisdom and maybe a vision or a calling. Wherever you stumble- on a tree root, on a rock, on fear or shame, or vulnerability, on someone else’s words, on the truth- dig there."

Gregg Levoy 

(thanks Mikaela!)

This makes me think of one of my childhood fears- someone around me having a heart attack. I saw a man have an MI in church when I was little, and for a while after that I was just paralyzed with terror that it would happen again. I remember feeling sick thinking about it, and being afraid to be around my grandparents. And now, I am going to be a nurse and willingly spend so much of my time around medical problems. Funny how it all works out. 

July 17, 2014
Primary School Sends Adorable Letter To Children After They Receive Exam Results

July 16, 2014

enigmaticpenguinofdeath:

deathbygatiss:

thegreatpotatoking:

This is the single most important invention of 2014. No question about it.

NICOLA NICOLA LOOK

You mean my fellow penguins would guide me places and it would solve my always getting lost because of my dire sense of direction problem?

(Source: pedalfar, via tyleroakley)

July 16, 2014
nprfreshair:

Macro photograph of a hummingbird by Chris Morgan via TIC
More birds

nprfreshair:

Macro photograph of a hummingbird by Chris Morgan via TIC

More birds

July 15, 2014
A Grieving Father Asked Strangers To Photoshop A Picture Of His Baby Daughter After She Passed Away

July 14, 2014
Afraid to divulge

dailyasterisk:

There are certain things in a man’s past which he does not divulge to everybody but, perhaps, only to his friends. Again there are certain things he will not divulge even to his friends; he will divulge them perhaps only to himself, and that, too, as a secret. But, finally, there are things which he is afraid to divulge even to himself, and every decent man has quite an accumulation of such things in his mind. I can put it even this way: the more decent a man is, the larger will the number of such things be.

The Underground Man
in Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s Notes from Underground

July 14, 2014

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