(Source: octwave)

You must tell ‘em dat love ain’t somethin’ lak uh grindstone dat’s de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
It is so easy to be hopeful in the day time when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands.
All night now the jooks clanged and clamored. Pianos living three lifetimes in one. Blues made and used right on the spot. Dancing, fighting, singing, crying, laughing, winning and losing love every hour. Work all day for money, fight all night for love. The rich black earth clinging to bodies and biting the skin like ants.
It was hard to love a woman that always made you feel so wishful.
When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Then after that some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.
rifles:

The Secret Life of Plants (1979)

rifles:

The Secret Life of Plants (1979)

(Source: summerrequiem)

(Source: reitsc)

concretefemme:

look at this cop-hating suffragette kitty 

concretefemme:

look at this cop-hating suffragette kitty 

koorik:

Léa Seydoux / Prada Candy Florale

koorik:

Léa Seydoux / Prada Candy Florale

Oh to be a pear tree— any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world! She was sixteen. She had glossy leaves and bursting buds and she wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her. Where were the singing bees for her? Nothing on the place nor in her grandma’s house answered her. She searched as much of the world as she could from the top of the front steps and then went on down to the front gate and leaned over to gaze up and down the road. Looking, waiting, breathing short with impatience. Waiting for the world to be made.
mister-mind:

More German welfare stampsTop row, left to right: Calla (Calla palustris), Yellow Pea (Lathyrus aphaca), Sword-fruited Buttercup (Ceratocephala falcata), Alpine Willowherb (Epilobium fleischeri)
Bottom row, left to right: Mallow/Hibiscus (?) (Malvaceae), Polyantha-hybrid (Rosa polyantha), Violet Limodor (Limodorum abortivum)

mister-mind:

More German welfare stamps
Top row, left to right: 
Calla (Calla palustris), Yellow Pea (Lathyrus aphaca), Sword-fruited Buttercup (Ceratocephala falcata), Alpine Willowherb (Epilobium fleischeri)

Bottom row, left to right: 
Mallow/Hibiscus (?) (Malvaceae), Polyantha-hybrid (Rosa polyantha), Violet Limodor (Limodorum abortivum)