i get sorta carried away, you know, being so normal and everything.
dante ha avuto ragione. prima. la più peggior cosa è pensare di cose buone nel tempo di pena. anche lui a scritto sul l’opacità delle umane, e quest’é la ragione che nessuno é felice— perché uno non posso mai conoscere l’atro completamente.
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Cirsium lanceolatum [now Cirsium vulgare] - Common Thistle
The common thistle is native to most of Europe, Western Asia, and Northern Africa. It’s considered an invasive weed in the United States and Australia, and a “noxious weed” in 9 of the states, meaning there are penalties for intentionally planting it, and active programs to remove what plants they can.
Since the thistle can easily grow in overgrazed fields and bare disturbed ground (such as recently-tilled fields), and is unpalatable to animals, its presence in an area is a bane to local farmers. However, thistle flowers are a favorite of honeybees, and the honey produced is of high quality, even if it’s not the same level as white clover flowers. They’re also a food source for butterflies, goldfinches, linnets, and greenfinches, on both sides of the Atlantic.
Field Book of American Wild Flowers. F. Schuyler Mathews, 1905.](http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyhoncTlRc1qk931ho1_500.jpg)
Cirsium lanceolatum [now Cirsium vulgare] - Common Thistle
The common thistle is native to most of Europe, Western Asia, and Northern Africa. It’s considered an invasive weed in the United States and Australia, and a “noxious weed” in 9 of the states, meaning there are penalties for intentionally planting it, and active programs to remove what plants they can.
Since the thistle can easily grow in overgrazed fields and bare disturbed ground (such as recently-tilled fields), and is unpalatable to animals, its presence in an area is a bane to local farmers. However, thistle flowers are a favorite of honeybees, and the honey produced is of high quality, even if it’s not the same level as white clover flowers. They’re also a food source for butterflies, goldfinches, linnets, and greenfinches, on both sides of the Atlantic.
Field Book of American Wild Flowers. F. Schuyler Mathews, 1905.
Baby you just make me sad. Linger on your pale blue eyes.
So, I am about to do something very bold in this job that I’ve never done before: Try.
Dans un place profond dans mon coeur, je sais que de moi tu penses affectueusement. il n’y a pas une référence à quelque personne spécifique, mais si je te vois encore, je voudrait disait ce que je ne peux pas quand nous sommes ensemble. Tu me fais nerveuse quand nouse sommes ensemble, comme cette chanson de Kimya Dawson. Même quand je parle des autres, je veux dire que je pense que je suis enamoureuse avec toi. Il y aura des tendresse pour deux autres, mais si tu me veut, je suis la tienne. Completement. Je pense que c’est la verité. Pour maintenant. Je suis la tienne.
The highest, Guinevere? No such thing. Not lancelot, nor another.
fuck everyone. always.
ici. j’étais contenté ici. je n’avais pas besoin rien ni personne. mais, regarde-moi maintenant.
We sailed away on a winter’s day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, like all things, fades
And I can recall our caravel
A little wicker beetle shell
With four fine maste and lateen sails
Its bearings on Cair Paravel
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be
The ones
To’ve seen
The sight of bridges and balloons
Makes calm canaries irritable
And they caw and claw all afternoon
Catenaries and dirigibles
Brace and bouy the living room
A loom of metals warp woof wimble
And a thimblesworth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
To be
The ones
To’ve seen
Oh my love
Oh it was a funny little thing
It was a funny funny little thing
And I’m about to become an only child. I could stop everything right now. Throw off my veil. Save lives. I’m me. Brandy’s innocent.
It just means that you’d rather be with someone you hate than be with me
le gens sont trop déroutants. pourquoi, toujours, ils disent que l’untel est trop horrible(e), telle un(e) mauvais(e) ami(e), mais quand le temps vient, ils choisissent d’autre(e)?
alors, maintenant tu me vois, maintenant tu ne pas.
j’ai fait les baises avec trois hommes et un femme. mais un des hommes être—OH SHIT THIS ISNT ENCRYPTED. NOT BY THE LACANIAN REAL!!!!
ENGAGE THE REAL. GO LACAN GO!
ok, hi, i am engaging the real. OH NO THIS IS ANOTHER METAPHORE. and do you remember when you first learnt of the metaphor?
oh yes oh yes, i was happy then, but also very sad so i sent words forth and i followed dante. dante, and i saw such things that made me resolve — Oh, dad, he was the only (straight) man I was ever really crazy about— to say no more of this blesséd one until— spero di dire di lei quello che mai non fu detto d’alcuna.
Quanta misteria! Quella miseria!
But dear dear how do love some of those others. how?
i dislike this being alone.
i still have not engaged the real.
glassbottleneckkissbeingbeanbeanbeanbeanffaffrindwales mean julie midsommer (k)nights knights skipping passing jumping leaping lacuna repressing ignoring shame shock value Al you can call me al. All right. the kids are all right. wasn’t that the song? remember when you changed the light and i wait— wait we need to turn from here, lest we become BEATIFIED. pontification. HOLD ON HOLD THE PHONES ok im back again. i’ve made SEVERAL HUGE MISTAKES. but at least i stood firm at the last battle.
remember the rickshaw? i need to get back to that. finish that story. make it something that HEMMINGWAY WOULD BE PROUD OF.
death, be not proud. there’s some john dunne for you in the AM.
i fell as— oh thou still unravished bride of — gather yee rose buds as ye may. TO VIRIGINS! TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME! I don’t mean to sound so andrew marvell & i am not hiding be hind the facade of email— too much too too much. too real!
hey. hey. remember this. I’m ********** ************* & I truly ____________.
baudelaire. rimbuad. never said half the shit i know him for saying.
i wish i had stayed in the Shire.
who ordered this to follow me?
for my misdoings, i readily expect—anticipate— this to happen to me someday.
The Ornithorhynchus
This illustration makes me feel like I could train a platypus to beg for treats…they’d probably stab me with their venomous leg-spikes. Well, the males, at least.
Types of Animal Life. St. George Mivart, 1893.
