Sail on Silver Girl.
The sun was out today and it seems like the Ohio winter might finally be over. It’s been a while since the sun has warmed my skin and even longer since I’ve posted my face so, hello, how are you?

The sun was out today and it seems like the Ohio winter might finally be over. It’s been a while since the sun has warmed my skin and even longer since I’ve posted my face so, hello, how are you?

nevver:

Peanuts
aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, “The Fog Horn”

aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, “The Fog Horn”

The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.
Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day (via coffeestainedheart)
pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]