Colors Of The Wind from Pocahontas on a Harp w/ Maple 🐶 “Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?”
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Icarus flew too close to the sun and fell to the earth as his wings of wax melted
But what they don’t tell you is
Daedalus watched
His child fallHad to retrieve the body
From the depths of waves
Smooth the feathers
From his face
The scraps of what remained
Of the wings
He had built for himThe last laugh of his victory
Etched on his face
(Joy even in burning
Because he had been so close)Happiness is reserved for those
Who know their place between gods and earth
(Sun and Sea)Icarus had loved the sun
And so Daedalus lost his
I loved the smell of ocean water. Salt always smells like memory.
Sherman Alexie, What You Pawn I Will Redeem (via landscape-photo-graphy)
Has anyone ever noticed how people only love the ocean when the sun is out? Once darkness settles, breeze kicks in, and sharks come out to play - no one wants to swim among it’s waves. And I hope I have never made someone feel like that… As if they’re only admirable in light. As if their darkness wasn’t worth exploring. Because it’s when the sun sets that I sit on the shore, and stare at the ocean in awe.
a.p.//”I See All Your Light, I Love All Your Dark” (via weltenwellen)
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
The Iliad, Homer (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
this is so peaceful i almost forgot that i’m dead inside
there are so many layers to why this vine is immaculate. the slight blur of maple in the background. the halo effect on her fur. the warm autumn lighting. there are no flaws to this and i could watch it forever
College professor type 1: any email you send them on Friday or after 4pm on a weekday is lost to the void. Gone. A whisper in the wind. Office hours? 7:00-7:15 on alternate tuesdays. My office is in Montana good fucking luck
College professor type 2: responds within 2 minutes at 3am on a weekend but only in single sentences with no punctuation
hogwarts houses: claude monet paintings
gryffindor: coquelicots, la promenade
hufflepuff: rouen cathedral at sunset
ravenclaw: impressions, sunrise
slytherin: water lilies and japanese bridge
There’s no beauty without poignancy and there’s no poignancy without the feeling that it’s going, men, names, books, houses–bound for dust–mortal–
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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