MY LIFE

LOVELOVELOVE.

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 00:26:42 -0400

LOVELOVELOVE.

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Tue, 10 Apr 2012 21:56:33 -0400

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magicalnaturetour: “Innocence” by Nelis Wolmarans :)

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:36:48 -0400

magicalnaturetour:

“Innocence” by Nelis Wolmarans :)

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Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:36:21 -0400

"Storybooks are based on what? Imagination? Where does it come from? It has to come from somewhere...."

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:35:03 -0400

“Storybooks are based on what? Imagination? Where does it come from? It has to come from somewhere. Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire; you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will. This is a real world. There are infinite more. You have to open your mind. They touch one another, pressing up in a long line of lands, each just as real as the last; all have their own rules. Some have magic, some don’t, and some need magic.”

- Jefferson/The Mad Hatter, Once Upon A Time (via longlivethecaptain33

Cant get enough of these creatures. So much life and beauty.

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:33:13 -0400

Cant get enough of these creatures. So much life and beauty.

Purely Adorable ruineshumaines: Meet Linford and Christie, the...

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:30:32 -0400

Purely Adorable

ruineshumaines:

Meet Linford and Christie, the orphaned baby owls having a hoot in their new home.

It’s not the usual thing you’d expect to find in a kitchen - but these orphaned baby owls seemed right at home as they nestled in two cups. The feathered pair were clearly having a hoot after moving into the home of their wildlife park keeper, Jimmy Robinson.

The six-week-old burrowing owlets, nicknamed Linford and Christie, were hatched in an incubator, and are now being hand-reared by Jimmy - who works at Longleat Safari Park in Wiltshire - and are given 24-hour care. He named the birds after the former Olympic gold medallist in honour of this year’s Games being held in London (where Linford Christie is coaching some of the athletes).

Fortunately, the native American birds can find plenty of nooks and crannies around his one-bedroom flat to hide, and Jimmy has to keep a keen eye on the tiny creatures as they try to blend in.
The pair seek refuge in plenty of weird and wonderful places including tea cups in the kitchen, bookcases and the dog basket of his Saluki, ‘JT’.

Jimmy, 25, said: “As I spend so much time with them, they do look at me as their surrogate mum and will follow me around the house or sit on my shoulder.” Read more here.

designedinteriors: SCHÖNER WOHNEN Craving this...

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:29:51 -0400

designedinteriors:

SCHÖNER WOHNEN

Craving this bedroom…almost time to remodel cant wait to see what I end up deciding!

"Life is like a combination lock; your job is to find the right numbers, in the right order so you..."

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 12:27:30 -0400

““Life is like a combination lock; your job
is to find the right numbers, in the
right order so you can have
anything you want.””

Got to love shinny things!

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 22:04:24 -0400

Got to love shinny things!

Animals taking care of animals, shouldn’t we?

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 22:02:42 -0400

Animals taking care of animals, shouldn’t we?

l-i-o-ness: click for more big cats :)

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 19:35:56 -0400

l-i-o-ness:

click for more big cats :)

Heaven from an Airplane Window

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:03:43 -0400

Heaven from an Airplane Window

you-dont-compare: portal to nyc

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 11:57:00 -0400

you-dont-compare:

portal to nyc

Do we really know people at all, if we don’t even fully...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 11:55:27 -0400

Do we really know people at all, if we don’t even fully know ourselves?

Apartment Window

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 11:53:40 -0400

Dust swirling, hair loose
messily swaying in one ribbon -
one ribbon soaked in mustiness
that comes with owning a cat
and never letting it out.
Window cracked open -
let the life in.

Pages scatter, sudden waves
of breeze break through, inhale
the wafts that come with the
morning sun, light sees ways
to rid this tiny room of motes.
Exhale the emptiness,
begin again.

Watch sighted, thoughts averted
as there is no time for stupidity
in this City. Ink touches woodpulp,
mind lands at empty love, time
was a matter for the ant-people.
They rush without thinking -
where are we?

Trees rustle, heart pounds
the inclination of wonderment
skyrockets to life at this
drifting of eyes, a man who
is just staring at a piece of universe.
Simply peering at me -
the way lovers do.

Souls tied, cortisol injected
chemical fighting against
dopamine and norepinephrine.
Alas, this happens, and forgotten
oh so quickly. Humanity forgets.
We live in an unjust game -
one slip, and we fall.

Take me back to the crystal clear waters, and where mother...

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:17:09 -0400

Take me back to the crystal clear waters, and where mother nature is untouched.

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Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:15:50 -0400

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Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:15:20 -0400

"Storybooks are based on what? Imagination? Where does it come from? It has to come from somewhere...."

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 14:14:55 -0400