A third year engineering student, This blog is about art, poetry, writing, beautiful things, people that make me happy, things that make me happy, the simple things in life, vegan food, and more vegan food.

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ahrodriguez:

Because my garden is getting too big to keep track of what I’m growing. Thank goodness for Target! #apartmentgardening #ilovechalk #chalkychalkchalk

ahrodriguez:

Because my garden is getting too big to keep track of what I’m growing. Thank goodness for Target! #apartmentgardening #ilovechalk #chalkychalkchalk

carrieannburns:

My #regrow #regrow #regrowing #regrowgarden #regrowingvegetables #lettuce #carrot #carrots #carrottops #carrotgreens #green #greens #veggies #vegetable #vegetables #apartment #apartmentgarden #apartmentgardening #food

carrieannburns:

My #regrow #regrow #regrowing #regrowgarden #regrowingvegetables #lettuce #carrot #carrots #carrottops #carrotgreens #green #greens #veggies #vegetable #vegetables #apartment #apartmentgarden #apartmentgardening #food

thegreenurbanist:

Temporary use: herb drying. #apartmentgardening

thegreenurbanist:

Temporary use: herb drying. #apartmentgardening

You are a weather. An atmosphere. A sky. Sweltering with life. Underneath all that smallness. And low water smile.
You are moving the earth.

— Nayyirah Waheed 

(Source: sempiternalssoul, via howitzerliterarysociety)

We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.

— C. JoyBell C.

(Source: kushandwizdom)

njwight:

Yellow-billed hornbill having lunch. He just kept poking his head inside the termite mound and throwing back snacks. You can see the termite right between his beak in the last shot. Yum.

More fabulous hornbills here!

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they’re capable of.

— Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger 

(Source: kushandwizdom)

In the wide realm of the world there are ancient forms, incorruptible and eternal forms – any one of them might be the symbol that I sought. A mountain might be the word of the god, or a river or the empire or the arrangement of the stars. And yet, in the course of the centuries mountains are levelled and the path of a river is many times diverted, and empires know mutability and ruin, and the design of the stars is altered. In the firmament there is change. The mountain and the star are individuals, and the life of an individual runs out. I sought something more tenacious, more invulnerable. I thought of the generations of grain, of grasses, of birds, of men. Perhaps the spell was written upon my very face, perhaps I myself was the object of my search. Amid those keen imaginings was I when I recalled that one of the names of the god was jaguar – tigre.

At that, my soul was filled with holiness. I imagined to myself the first morning of time, imagined my god entrusting the message to the living flesh of the jaguars, who would love one another and engender one another endlessly, in caverns, in cane fields, on islands, so that the last men might receive it. I imagined to myself that web of tigers, that hot labyrinth of tigers, bringing terror to the plains and pastures in order to preserve the design. In another cell, there was a jaguar; in its proximity I sensed a confirmation of my conjecture, and a secret blessing.

The Writing of God, Jorge Luis Borges (via cession-lennox)

(via howitzerliterarysociety)

Whatever you fight, you strengthen, and what you resist, persists.

— Eckhart Tolle

(Source: thecalminside)

The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating…, but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us…

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, Part I

(Source: whyallcaps, via howitzerliterarysociety)