God fearing river, tireless straits,
downpour to country with higher estates.
Let a doe’s breath become clouds that tangle with trees,
heavyset and stretching its lips to the sea.
Hair down in the evening, wet metal smell,
send the birds home on a burning swell.
Empty these strewn bodies, these bearing lakes,
dry these hearts lonely water makes.
(Source: shrbr, via murdead)
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
- D.H. Lawrence
Some people know how to use Facebook. Some don’t.
theianomnibus:
I allowed my project partner on my ethics presentation to take pretty much complete control over assembling all our information into a power point presentation. This is the result… Oh my god, right? What is even going on here? I am speechless. I have no speech.
I’m laughing because I know you’re going to get an A.