moshav almagor; sea of galilee (Taken with instagram)
RC Bridges, nicknamed ‘The Buffalo Whisperer’ and his wife Sherron, share their Texas home with two enormous bison - 2,400 pound ‘Wildthing’ and recent 900-pound arrival ‘Bullet’.Picture: Incredible Features / Barcroft Media
(via theanimalblog)
(Source: iku----iku, via theanimalblog)
"People are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound."
James Allen
(Source: thelovelyloner)
"Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest."
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I
(Source: freyjageist, via fernsandmoss)
old louisville springfest! (Taken with instagram)
liverpool, beatles museum, floor. (Taken with instagram)
Barn owl chicks sit in a box in Israel’s Beit Shean Valley, near the border with Jordan. The chicks are the product of a joint Israeli-Jordanian project launched in 2002, to use barn owls as biological pesticides. Picture: REUTERS/Baz Ratner
"
I am dark with foreign numbers, the confusion
of cartoon-currency, the strange way
these new people move their mouths.
Too much spit whistling past their teeth
as they say your name: Alice?
And then shake their heads, no.
I know that you are not vacationing, sunburnt
on a beach somewhere, or backpacking
through dirty hostels, but it can’t hurt to ask.
I’ve become a collector of kindling. Things
that easily burn—doll hair, love letters,
the death certificate that was folded
and unfolded a hundred times. As I travel
around the world, asking shopkeepers
and tour guides if they’ve seen you,
I wish your name was flammable too.
That it could burst out of my mouth
and not come back. That it could
turn itself into unrecognizable ash.
That I could smear that gritty powder
across my skin and wear a coat of it.
How can I translate this into something
you can understand? The only language
we share now is light. So I will write you
a letter. Translate it into Morse code,
flash my bedroom lamp out the window
accordingly. At the end of the letter I’ll sign
my name. I’ll leave the light on.
I’ll let the bulb burn out.
Jennifer Faylor, “After Your Funeral I Set Out to Find You in Different Time Zones”
(Source: atomiclanterns)
