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Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams

journalofanobody:

All the complicated details 
of the attiring and 
the disattiring are completed! 
A liquid moon 
moves gently among 
the long branches. 
Thus having prepared their buds 
against a sure winter 
the wise trees 
stand sleeping in the cold. 

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theanimalblog:

Shetland ponies wear cardigans made with Shetland wool to celebrate the launch of the Year of Natural Scotland.  Picture: Visit Scotland
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Shetland ponies wear cardigans made with Shetland wool to celebrate the launch of the Year of Natural Scotland.  Picture: Visit Scotland

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Put your thoughts to sleep,
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of thinking.
Rumi (via fuckyeahrumi)
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ambientclouds:

Alfredo Araujo Santoyo
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Alfredo Araujo Santoyo

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Daniel Day-Lewis
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Daniel Day-Lewis

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100artistsbook:

DEEP by ~Gesell
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DEEP by ~Gesell

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SFX Magazine December 2012 Cover The Wolverine Subscriber Cover 
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SFX Magazine December 2012 Cover The Wolverine Subscriber Cover 

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What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?… Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes (via mellifluousbookshelf)

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underthepyramids: 1923 Kay Nielsen (Danish, 1886-1957) ~ The Story of a Mother (Hans Christian Andersen)
“… The roads crossed each other in the depths of the forest, and she no longer knew whither she should go! then there stood a thorn-bush; there was neither leaf nor flower on it, it was also in the cold winter season, and ice-flakes hung on the branches.
“Hast thou not seen Death go past with my little child?” said the mother.“Yes,” said the thorn-bush; “but I will not tell thee which way he took, unless thou wilt first warm me up at thy heart. I am freezing to death; I shall become a lump of ice!”
And she pressed the thorn-bush to her breast, so firmly, that it might be thoroughly warmed, and the thorns went right into her flesh, and her blood flowed in large drops, but the thorn-bush shot forth fresh green leaves, and there came flowers on it in the cold winter night, the heart of the afflicted mother was so warm; and the thorn-bush told her the way she should go. …”
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underthepyramids: 1923 Kay Nielsen (Danish, 1886-1957) ~ The Story of a Mother (Hans Christian Andersen)

“… The roads crossed each other in the depths of the forest, and she no longer knew whither she should go! then there stood a thorn-bush; there was neither leaf nor flower on it, it was also in the cold winter season, and ice-flakes hung on the branches.

“Hast thou not seen Death go past with my little child?” said the mother.

“Yes,” said the thorn-bush; “but I will not tell thee which way he took, unless thou wilt first warm me up at thy heart. I am freezing to death; I shall become a lump of ice!”

And she pressed the thorn-bush to her breast, so firmly, that it might be thoroughly warmed, and the thorns went right into her flesh, and her blood flowed in large drops, but the thorn-bush shot forth fresh green leaves, and there came flowers on it in the cold winter night, the heart of the afflicted mother was so warm; and the thorn-bush told her the way she should go. …”

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