You are a caterpillar today, tomorrow, a butterfly. God some days I sound high.
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| — | Wendis Birdstonian, On Graduating Later Than Your Friends (via blua) |
I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.
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| — | Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via deadlysick) |
Matthew Stone . Unconditional Commitment to Sacred Love.
Indigo Myths, 2012.
You Don’t Have to Bend the Whole World, 2012.
Energetic Level, 2012.
Ordinary Mistic State, 2012.
Bon Iver is photographing raindrops on flowers.
“What kind is that?’ I ask, about an unfamiliar cluster of apricot-colored buds close to the ground, their leaves spattered with mud from the the morning’s downpour. He pokes it gently with a finger—it’s springy—and then squints into the sky.
He says, ‘It came here on an asteroid.’
Which is what he always says when he can’t identify a plant.
