The Two-Headed Calf By Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.
do u ever feel like ur pulling an academic icarus flying too close to your deadlines on wings of deeply flawed time management
so many years of education yet nobody ever taught us how to love ourselves and why its so important
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There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Beau Taplin, “And You” (via wordsnquotes)
“One day we got tired, tired of chasing, of caring, of worrying… Not because we didn’t want more, but because the person didn’t value our efforts.”
— Daniel C. L. (via convertions)
Even stars die and when they go, they go fiercely.
thoughts #82 | r.m (via rmeisel)
theres no thought out there that makes my heart ache more than the thought that someone in the ancient world looked up at the same moon that i look at every night and loved its silvery beauty as much as i
Human Frailty by Salvator Rosa, 1656