unbroken thread

Tiny starry dynamo. Hothouse orchid. In the penumbra.
theparisreview:

“Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story.” —Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920

theparisreview:

“Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story.” —Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920

East side

East side

cognitivedissonance:

thefrogman:

[video]Your cute cat of the day

cognitivedissonance:

thefrogman:

[video]

Your cute cat of the day

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OMG. I need to make lilac ice cream next spring.

OMG. I need to make lilac ice cream next spring.

(Source: simplybeinghopeless, via conflictingheart)

Sister and Kid, an afternoon

In Riverwest

In Riverwest

Pretty much this whole outfit, yep

Pretty much this whole outfit, yep

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About last night…

About last night…

Wild things

Wild things

On a walk

conflictingheart:

The music that wind makes when blowing the grass field.
Imagine the beauty.
~  Nadir

conflictingheart:

The music that wind makes when blowing the grass field.

Imagine the beauty.

~  Nadir

Yo, Twitter folk. Heads up.

Yo, Twitter folk. Heads up.

Fumbling toward bucholia

Fumbling toward bucholia

Is the livin’ easy?

Is the livin’ easy?