“It’s the Longing that ultimately undoes you. When it finds you, it gnaws at your bones and tugs at your chest. It fills you up inside like rot and makes you dream dreams and it drowns you. The Longing keeps you in bed, clutching at your sheets while the world goes on outside. It smells like old leaves and cigarette smoke, mixed with the scent of far-off places you will hear of, but never see. It’s the gloss on a lover’s lips the moment you realize you will never kiss those lips again. It is the bittersweet, unrequited love of creation and it will break your heart again and again and again. If you know the Longing the way I do, then these words are redundant. We understand each other perfectly, you and I.”
Matthew Sturges
(Source: jabbing)
fuckyeahemotionallyvolatilebear:
[Picture shows a background split into a spiral of 8 different colours. Clockwise: light purple, dark brown, dark purple, light brown, dark brown, light purple, light brown, dark purple. In the middle of the picture is a brown bear shown from waist up while standing. The bear’s mouth is wide open and its paws are raised. There is text on the top and bottom. Top text says: “Favourite song comes on the radio” Bottom text says: “Forget all pain ever suffered”]
The boy I <3 is in Antarctica, and today is his birthday. I baked him a cake anyway.
Five-year-old Siberian tigers Wassja and Mandschu play with a giant snow ball at Wuppertal Zoo in Germany. Picture: BARBARA SCHEER / ANIMAL PRESS / BARCROFT MEDIA
I would like this for christmas plzkthxbai
No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself
Getting choppered out to Ellis Fjord to go wading/snorkeling for urchins. Did I mention that science is no fun?
Spent 3 days in the saddle looking for seals. Science is hard work!
Weddell seal and impression left in the snow.