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 angles 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)

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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)

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So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn’t know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the wind. She often spoke to falling seeds and said, “Ah hope you fall on soft ground,” because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray duest of its making. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

iguanamouth:

look at what youve done - the flowers as hearts youve opened

iguanamouth:

look at what youve done - the flowers as hearts youve opened

(Source: illiejane)