portions for foxes

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4:07 am • 23 May 2013 • 35,189 notes

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4:52 pm • 20 May 2013 • 1,583 notes

“…Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.”

— William Shakespeare - The Tempest (via draven1683)

4:42 pm • 20 May 2013 • 7 notes

sullenmoons:

Mermaids at Play - Arnold Bocklin, 1886

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6:30 am • 20 May 2013 • 228 notes

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5:20 am • 20 May 2013 • 146 notes

I don’t want to be one of those troubled people that look past the fog to see what’s around them. I am wholly aware of my surroundings, of their beauty, advantages, and uniqueness. But the blues come even in Italy and this morning I found myself sitting in the car outside the gym for 45 minutes with the music on and curled up in a ball. It struck me like an arrow as I pulled into the parking spot: I wanted to be held. Touched. Petted. Coddled. Drawn into a warm embrace.

6:46 am • 18 May 2013

I never feel quite so alive as when it rains. When it rains, certainly, and when I am in Italy.

4:19 am • 16 May 2013