spoliamag:

Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”

From a medieval bestiary.

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I want to like Sebastian Stan off character but he just irradiates such a big White Dude aura to me

I’ll skeptically appreciate his beauty from afar until proven wrong 

posted 16 hours ago | with 0 notes

heartfelt apologies are my favorite

posted 17 hours ago | with 2 notes

doublemooncrab:

calligrafiti:

True, that.

bONK

BONK

(Source: ericsrandomstuff)

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#bonk   #captain america   #gif   

So you were born backwards.
Your heart covers 80% of your skin.
It is huge—and it is fragile.
You don’t know how to chain-link fence your feelings.
You will find your trust abandoned and bruised on the side of the road—
Do not leave it there—
Dust it off and put it right back under your shirt.

If you don’t learn to stop apologizing for yourself,
you will mirage out of existence.
See, someday, that 80% is gonna get you hurt.
You will tell a woman over and over that you love her,
and she will say nothing.
You will sob in public,
and people will just stare.

They will want to carve their names into you
and watch as the pieces fall off—
let them try.
Your heart is a geiser and for that you will always feel strange.
Most people shut down when they get over saturated with feeling;
most people harden into hate
- into indifference -
because the biggest risk we ever take is to love without fear.

You are not afraid.
You are a cathedral waiting to be filled with hymns;
you are an infinite playground;
you are sky-bound and sprinting,
so cover your heart in goose-bump armor.
It will only beat stronger,
beat louder.

Keep hoping.
Stand up on subways and shout compliments to strangers,
dance, poorly, in public if it makes you feel better.
Love until it hurts.
Then love more—you know how.

There will be days when you’ll wish you were numb;
when you’ll want to rip your heart off your body
and find something easier to take its place.
Collect those days like bricks
and marvel at the buildings you will make.
Stand on top, chest open, head up—
Nobody will ever see the world like you do.

Never try to be better than the best version of you.
You are not perfect.
You are perfectly human

Miles Walser, “Perfectly Human” (via pigmenting)

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#poetry   #neat   

“I always thought that I could never
live without you.
But it’s been a few years
since I’ve heard your voice.
My hair is a lot shorter.
I sleep earlier than I used to.
I guess what I’m trying to say is
my world had fallen apart
and yet I am still here.”

Tina TranEverything is impermanent (via absentions)

(Source: goeyen)

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#about me   #food t   
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