Bits from my life, occasional reblogs | Autumn: always-between-birches | Winter: burnt-almonds
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me communing with my friend, the snow
#the struggle is real - Das Gefecht ist echt.
"[...] Seven trees the human fells, ten times seven the storm throws, seven hundred the snow crushes and the avalanches smother, and seven thousand grow, become centennials, age and rot, and it was their only purpose that they lived and bloomed, scattered seeds and died."
Translation from: Waldrausch. Ludwig Ganghofer, 1908.
I like pointing my phone camera at my own legs in wide-angle mode and pretending to be a big spindly-legged giant that is very far up
why can't I search for 1 (one) single mythical character on tumblr without finding anime-style fan art of them in some type of erotic pose or romantic situation
latin word of the day: ranunculus, a little frog, tadpole
tbt when I found this friend while skipping a pile of tiles
Obsessed forever with the “Two Monks Invent...” series on The Toast by Daniel Mallory Ortberg. It’s one of my internet happy places and I hope it never goes away.
Two Medieval Monks Invent Art
Two Medieval Monks Invent Maps
Two Medieval Monks Invent Some More Art
Two Monks Invent The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
Two Monks Illustrate The Old Testament
Two Monks Invent Biblical Art
Two Monks Invent Denominations
Two Monks Invent Dinner Parties
Two Monks Invent Bestiaries
Two Monks Invent Writing
Two Monks Invent Religious Iconography
Two Monks Discover How Tall Women and Horses Are
Two Monks Discuss Alexander the Great
Two Monks Learn How To Draw Hands
Two Monks Invent Renaissance Art
Two Monks Invent Byzantine Art
Two Monks Invent Horses and Armed Warfare
I think 'This is my last pigeon' should be an exclamation
(source)
if you’re not ending your emails with “kill me! your slave and enemy,” then what are you doing with your life
I found it on the street in the sun and thought it was dead at first, so I wanted to bring it home and nurse it back to health but
discovered that these moths don't eat as adults. It started flying again after a day or something so I let it fly off again that night.
It developed an attachment to my radiator pipes
throwback to when I found a very fluffy moth and it lived with me for a bit and then it flew off
plunged my arm in our 2kg bag of coffee, petting the beans and inhaling the scent
Marcus Aurelius being ecofeminist millennia ago
why doth the human body ooze when provoked
throwback to when I found a very fluffy moth and it lived with me for a bit and then it flew off
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Omg it's raining . To close or to not close the windows, that is the quastion