caught by a thread

he knew himself to be something like a garden where the only flowers were those of potatoes, ragweed and neglected onions, but where a true gardener would have been able to drape the trellises with vines, and coax up tulips from the earth. it would be too simple to say that [he] was looking for romantic love, because in reality he was looking for the missing part of himself, and these are not often the same quest, even though we sometimes think they are.

—birds without wings, by louis de bernières (via adventures-first-tea-later)

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can’t sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via emotional-algebra)

thatkindofwoman:

Last week, I went on an adventure to a cheesemaker’s milk house, and it was interesting and wonderful. Huge thanks to my friend and the owner Stefanie for letting me come and visit the Valley Milkhouse at the Covered Bridge Farm. 

matthewsagan:

This is a lion making a kill in the wild. I know it’s very graphic but I think it’s important to show just how brutal nature can be.

matthewsagan:

This is a lion making a kill in the wild. I know it’s very graphic but I think it’s important to show just how brutal nature can be.

(via eetybeetytibiweeby)