25 Feb 14
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nunziopaci:

Title: The anxiety of the morningDim: cm30x40Tecnique: pencil on paperYear: 2014

hey cally do you think the beckets’ daemons are in the same form a lot when theyre little do you think this is how they get away with touching each others daemons when jaz sees (via zempasuchil)
27 Dec 13
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18 Nov 13
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siterlas:

absurdical:

(via Married To The Sea)

It’s like my favorite parts of SPN fandom summed up, in terms of both participant reaction and trope discussion.

I just rediscovered this gem and it’s STILL TRUE

siterlas:

absurdical:

(via Married To The Sea)

It’s like my favorite parts of SPN fandom summed up, in terms of both participant reaction and trope discussion.

I just rediscovered this gem and it’s STILL TRUE

6 Oct 13
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I wish you were here.
Autumn is the hardest season.
The leaves are all falling
and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely.
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring,
but you can’t tell trees those things,
they’re like me,
they just stand there
and don’t listen.
— Pole Dancing To Gospel Hymns (via virgin-moon-goddess)

(via lustforthemoonlight)

4 Aug 12
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nevver:

Can’t let go

Amelia still hopes that Jimmy will come back.

nevver:

Can’t let go

Amelia still hopes that Jimmy will come back.

15 May 12
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anneretic:

betomad:

camouflage

Dead, or in hiding.

giraffestiel/treeanna

anneretic:

betomad:

camouflage

Dead, or in hiding.

giraffestiel/treeanna

21 Mar 12
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The angels will take him back. This time, for sure.

The angels will take him back. This time, for sure.

(Source: headless-horse, via princessmeanypants)

14 Mar 12
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  #it’s just a forest fire‚ claire thinks‚ but she wonders about the trees #what if this was part of the war‚ an attack—what if right now there are angels walking the earth forever trapped #(what if she had gotten there first and stood beneath cool and shadowy boughs #and pressed her shaking hand to the moss-softness of bark #and felt a flood of light) #it’s just a forest fire‚ though. there can’t be any way of knowing otherwise #so that’s what she’ll believe 
22 Feb 12
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toomuchart:

Bernini, Apollo and Daphne, 1622-25.

 #amelia’s never fully aware of castiel’s voice in her head #never sure what she’s hearing—only that someone is asking her the same question over and over #will you come with me? #no she says #i have a family #i have a daughter #the voice the dreams the pressure stops and she forgets all about it #but sometimes at night she dreams she is rooting in the earth #her feet grown deep in the soil #her fingers branching widely #reaching out to something she can neither name nor quite recall #(wherein castiel no longer quite turns his failed vessels into trees) #(and where amelia has the blood b/c bloodlines are important)
25 Jan 12
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2 years ago

Created by German artist Bartholomäus Traubeck, Years takes the annual rings that you find in cross-sections of trees and converts them into piano music.

I can hear them. The angels.

(Source: traubeck.com)

24 Jan 12
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Claire keeps her heels carefully apart. She doesn’t want to go home.

Claire keeps her heels carefully apart. She doesn’t want to go home.

(via victoria6277)

23 Jan 12
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"Hi, Daddy."
Hey, baby.

"Hi, Daddy."

Hey, baby.

(via victoria6277)

21 Jan 12
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2headedsnake:

henrikaau.com
 Henrik Uldalen

Back arching like a tree branch, Take me and break meAs if snapping twigs with your hands.Body brittle like a china doll, Rip me and chip meAnd watch me shine through the cracks.Skin white like a new pearl, Save me, engrave meWith your teeth, your fingers.I want to be broken just so you can put me back together.Fix me, Love me, Claim me as yours.
- Best When Broken, Annie Brittle

2headedsnake:

henrikaau.com

Henrik Uldalen

Back arching like a tree branch,
Take me and break me
As if snapping twigs with your hands.

Body brittle like a china doll,
Rip me and chip me
And watch me shine through the cracks.

Skin white like a new pearl,
Save me, engrave me
With your teeth, your fingers.

I want to be broken just so you can put me back together.
Fix me,
Love me,
Claim me as yours.

- Best When Broken, Annie Brittle

(via princessmeanypants)

21 Jan 12
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nationalgeographicdaily:

Yellow Birch, AdirondacksPhoto: Michael Melford
On the trail to Goodnow Mountain, a yellow birch appears to be ingesting a boulder left behind by a glacier. With its tenacious trees and rebounding wildlife, Adirondack Park is a miracle of regeneration. Committed advocates and legal protections written into New York’s state constitution offer hope that it will remain forever wild.

#grace is a living thing not a dead thing; it is moving‚ not static #she consumes the world: art and music‚ debate‚ ice-skating—living deep with every breath #and her grace off in the woods curls its roots around a stone #as if it can devour the world she fell to experience

nationalgeographicdaily:

Yellow Birch, Adirondacks
Photo: Michael Melford

On the trail to Goodnow Mountain, a yellow birch appears to be ingesting a boulder left behind by a glacier. With its tenacious trees and rebounding wildlife, Adirondack Park is a miracle of regeneration. Committed advocates and legal protections written into New York’s state constitution offer hope that it will remain forever wild.

#grace is a living thing not a dead thing; it is moving‚ not static #she consumes the world: art and music‚ debate‚ ice-skating—living deep with every breath #and her grace off in the woods curls its roots around a stone #as if it can devour the world she fell to experience

(Source: , via nonisland)

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