Espero. Esperando. Esperara.

By the music I hear. By the love that nourishes me. By the breath that gave me life.

eachwildidea:

descroissants:

Derweze, also known as the door to hell, is a 70 meter wide hole in the middle of the Karakum desert in Turkmenistan. The hole was formed in 1971 when a team of soviet geologists had their drilling rig collapse when they hit a cavern filled with natural gas. In an attempt to avoid poisonous discharge, they decided to burn it off, thinking that the gas would be depleted in only a few days. Derweze is still burning today 

(Source: goodnamesgone, via npr)

ramrigells:

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biomedicalephemera:

Rhincodon typus Smith - Whale Shark
So you know how whale sharks are filter-feeders that eat tons and tons of phytoplankton and zooplankton? Well, the filming of the Planet Earth and Blue Planet series captured a massive amount of footage of a previously-unknown food source to them.
It turns out that during the spawning seasons, large numbers of whale sharks follow shoals of schooling fish, like the sardines. And then eat massive amounts of sperm and eggs. Tasty!
Natural History of the Whale Shark. E. W. Gudger, 1915.


Of utter importance..

biomedicalephemera:

Rhincodon typus Smith - Whale Shark

So you know how whale sharks are filter-feeders that eat tons and tons of phytoplankton and zooplankton? Well, the filming of the Planet Earth and Blue Planet series captured a massive amount of footage of a previously-unknown food source to them.

It turns out that during the spawning seasons, large numbers of whale sharks follow shoals of schooling fish, like the sardines. And then eat massive amounts of sperm and eggs. Tasty!

Natural History of the Whale Shark. E. W. Gudger, 1915.

Of utter importance..

(via npr)

Tombs embody wars unresolved.
Resolve not found and incomplete in tone.
Incompatible with Nature’s will.
Accomplished, but not in the banquet hall of completion.

tall Tale.

I, the Fox, lay alone.

Dwelling not in the solstice of loneliness but in the length of solitude. She holds better words of conversation.

I kissed the Possum with eyes open, and hers sealed by infatuation. I said I loved her shortly after, with a rise and jitter fluttering my voice. On the surface of my heart lies realization of these false, compulsive truths, but said nonetheless.

So many nights I lay with Solitude as she told me of her exposition. The sweep across oceans pass, the shiver down the rivers neck. Here I rest in wilted leaves.

I wake to the sound of Raccoon pass the window. Curiosity runs adjacent to mystery along her footsteps about the forest floor. Im lured by the lifting and lowering of her sniffling snout.

Once again my attention is shortly casted in.

Us kids know.

Us kids know.