Caught From Afar

From the mundane to the marvelous; the everyday to the everlasting...

Jen & I (with Rebecca taking the picture) outside of the Incline Public House outside of Cincinnati (in the background).

Jen & I (with Rebecca taking the picture) outside of the Incline Public House outside of Cincinnati (in the background).

One year together yesterday (31st). <3

One year together yesterday (31st). <3

rust-and-wishbones:

neshatriumphs:

Rape Culture isn’t real?

this is fucking horrifying. 

I totally agree. What the hell is wrong with people?

rust-and-wishbones:

neshatriumphs:

Rape Culture isn’t real?

this is fucking horrifying. 

I totally agree. What the hell is wrong with people?

(Source: bonitabreezy, via absinthemindedgoth)

The Future Of Forestry by C.S. Lewis

How will the legend of the age of trees
Feel, when the last tree falls in England?
When the concrete spreads and the town conquers
The country’s heart; when contraceptive
Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded,
Tramline flows where slept a hamlet,
And shop-fronts, blazing without a stop from
Dover to Wrath, have glazed us over?
Simplest tales will then bewilder
The questioning children, “What was a chestnut?
Say what it means to climb a Beanstalk,
Tell me, grandfather, what an elm is.
What was Autumn? They never taught us.”
Then, told by teachers how once from mould
Came growing creatures of lower nature
Able to live and die, though neither
Beast nor man, and around them wreathing
Excellent clothing, breathing sunlight –
Half understanding, their ill-acquainted
Fancy will tint their wonder-paintings
Trees as men walking, wood-romances
Of goblins stalking in silky green,
Of milk-sheen froth upon the lace of hawthorn’s
Collar, pallor in the face of birchgirl.
So shall a homeless time, though dimly
CATCH FROM AFAR (for soul is watchfull)
A sight of tree-delighted Eden.

My November Guest by Robert Frost

"My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.”

My Halloween costume (at Yagööt)

My Halloween costume (at Yagööt)

brklynbreed:

The funny thing about introverts is once they feel comfortable with you, they can be the funniest, most enjoyable people to be around. It’s like a secret they feel comfortable sharing with you. Except, the secret is their personality.

This describes me totally. Not to brag or anything. I’ve been told this by other people. :P

theperplexedobserver:

I Pledge Allegiance to the Universe…

theperplexedobserver:

I Pledge Allegiance to the Universe…

Camille Seaman - Big Clouds, 2008

(Source: blue-voids, via utopiaorapocalypse)