Can I just spend all summer here between the sky and the sand and the sea?
"Witches, like saints, are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own; they depend on nothing and no one, which is why they have no fear and plunge blindly into the abyss with the assurance that instead of crashing to earth, they will fly back out. They can change into birds and see the world from above, or worms to see it from within, they can inhabit other dimensions and travel to other galaxies, they are navigators on an infinite ocean of consciousness and cognition."
Isabel Allende - Paula (via cosmicspread)
they do this to get out of ponds etc or up onto bank ridges
tobreakandblossom this is for you, very impartant
TINY INEFFICIENT BABIES WITH THEIR PADDLY FEET AND THEIR PEEP PEEP AND SO MANY
this was inordinately stressful, but so worth it
Aaaaaaah the way they roll around D:
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.