Even What Might be Priceless

OUR MINDS ARE FINITE.
There are reasons that have compounded to an almost comprehension by our feeble selves. And their closeness is what strikes us hollow and suddenly primitive. The salivating suddenly seems intentional, and we, weighted creatures, are skilled hoarders of embarrassment and ignorance.
- To the everything sleeping in consciousness and so proud -

(I post what I want)
Ask whatever you feel the need to.

wasbella102:

Rock Garden by lilfishstudios

felted and embroidered wool stones

(Source: coltre)

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

That gray cat represents my homework.

(Source: Flickr / kosmalu)

vintage-national-geographic:

North Carolina, 1978

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infamousgod:

rainy NY by 

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