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autumn reflections by david clapp in england’s lake district national park; maurizio biancarelli of proscansko lake in croatia’s plitvice national park; and agustin rafael reyes of onuma pond in japan’s towada hachimantai national park
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
a baguette in the butt would be a pain in the ass
i’m unlearning french
(american voice) hairy padder
is that how we sound omfg
(british voice) ‘arry pouhta
(australian voice) hay putta
(filipino voice) hari paterr
(canadian voice) hairee pawterr
(arab voice) heerry bootar
(malfoy voice) POTTER!
(dumbledore voice) HARRY DIDJA PUT YA NAME IN DA GOBLET OF FIYAH
it’s too fucking late for this shit
If someone says “I love u” and you say “I love u 2” back, make sure you add “no Bono” so they know you mean that you love them too, not just the legendary Irish rock band U2
Postcards For Ants, Lorraine Loots
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
i’ve disappointed my entire family but at least i didn’t drop the first iphone 6
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