You are right, Love. No creature deserves to be caged. Set them free. Fly!
 

You are right, Love. No creature deserves to be caged. Set them free. Fly!

(Source: earth-song)

Reblogged from liliyi, and originally blogged by earth-song
You are right, Love. No creature deserves to be caged. Set them free. Fly!
 

You are right, Love. No creature deserves to be caged. Set them free. Fly!

(Source: earth-song)

Reblogged from liliyi, and originally blogged by earth-song

You are right, Love. No creature deserves to be caged. Set them free. Fly!

(Source: earth-song)

Apr 11th
kx150 by *scarabuss Do you remember the song of the wind, love… the taste of the rain? How long must we wait to return to the horizon?
 

kx150 by *scarabuss

Do you remember the song of the wind, love… the taste of the rain? How long must we wait to return to the horizon?

kx150 by *scarabuss Do you remember the song of the wind, love… the taste of the rain? How long must we wait to return to the horizon?
 

kx150 by *scarabuss

Do you remember the song of the wind, love… the taste of the rain? How long must we wait to return to the horizon?

kx150 by *scarabuss

Do you remember the song of the wind, love… the taste of the rain? How long must we wait to return to the horizon?

Mar 13th
What’s that? You fear that all the wonder’s been forgotten? No, Love… not forgotten. Some things can never be erased.
 

What’s that? You fear that all the wonder’s been forgotten? No, Love… not forgotten. Some things can never be erased.

(Source: color-crazed)

Reblogged from littlehouseofhappy, and originally blogged by color-crazed
What’s that? You fear that all the wonder’s been forgotten? No, Love… not forgotten. Some things can never be erased.
 

What’s that? You fear that all the wonder’s been forgotten? No, Love… not forgotten. Some things can never be erased.

(Source: color-crazed)

Reblogged from littlehouseofhappy, and originally blogged by color-crazed

What’s that? You fear that all the wonder’s been forgotten? No, Love… not forgotten. Some things can never be erased.

(Source: color-crazed)

Dec 20th
How many words have we written, Love? 1 million? 100 billion? Have you and I filled the Libraries of Alexandria with the pages of our love? Will we find no end to this passion? No, Love… there is no end. This love is infinite!
 

How many words have we written, Love? 1 million? 100 billion? Have you and I filled the Libraries of Alexandria with the pages of our love? Will we find no end to this passion? No, Love… there is no end. This love is infinite!

(Source: stefanoancea)

Reblogged from longdistancededication, and originally blogged by stefanoancea
How many words have we written, Love? 1 million? 100 billion? Have you and I filled the Libraries of Alexandria with the pages of our love? Will we find no end to this passion? No, Love… there is no end. This love is infinite!
 

How many words have we written, Love? 1 million? 100 billion? Have you and I filled the Libraries of Alexandria with the pages of our love? Will we find no end to this passion? No, Love… there is no end. This love is infinite!

(Source: stefanoancea)

Reblogged from longdistancededication, and originally blogged by stefanoancea

How many words have we written, Love? 1 million? 100 billion? Have you and I filled the Libraries of Alexandria with the pages of our love? Will we find no end to this passion? No, Love… there is no end. This love is infinite!

(Source: stefanoancea)

Dec 3rd
llbwwb: Licks of Lightning (via Smashing Picture) Come, love. The lightning calls. Let’s not keep it waiting!
 

llbwwb:

Licks of Lightning (via Smashing Picture)

Come, love. The lightning calls. Let’s not keep it waiting!

Reblogged from llbwwb, and originally blogged by llbwwb
llbwwb: Licks of Lightning (via Smashing Picture) Come, love. The lightning calls. Let’s not keep it waiting!
 

llbwwb:

Licks of Lightning (via Smashing Picture)

Come, love. The lightning calls. Let’s not keep it waiting!

Reblogged from llbwwb, and originally blogged by llbwwb

llbwwb:

Licks of Lightning (via Smashing Picture)

Come, love. The lightning calls. Let’s not keep it waiting!

Nov 22nd
Yes, love, you were right. The legacy of the piper has not perished. It lives on as long as children still dream… as long as there are ears that hear. Play on, young piper… play on!
 

Yes, love, you were right. The legacy of the piper has not perished. It lives on as long as children still dream… as long as there are ears that hear. Play on, young piper… play on!

(Source: drunkenspunion)

Reblogged from drunkenspunion, and originally blogged by drunkenspunion
Yes, love, you were right. The legacy of the piper has not perished. It lives on as long as children still dream… as long as there are ears that hear. Play on, young piper… play on!
 

Yes, love, you were right. The legacy of the piper has not perished. It lives on as long as children still dream… as long as there are ears that hear. Play on, young piper… play on!

(Source: drunkenspunion)

Reblogged from drunkenspunion, and originally blogged by drunkenspunion

Yes, love, you were right. The legacy of the piper has not perished. It lives on as long as children still dream… as long as there are ears that hear. Play on, young piper… play on!

(Source: drunkenspunion)

Nov 21st
madaeli26: The Grid by Jeff Graham At minimum, there are three worlds with three sets of laws. At the Universal level, what goes up does not come down, it keeps going up along a trajectory based on bodies of great mass. At the Universal level, there is no such thing as “cold”, there is only “how hot?” On the Planetary level, what goes up comes down, and “cold” is relative to the mean temperature of the observer. The Planetary level can also be called the relative or animal level. It is easy to see where the Planetary level becomes the Memetic level (read: civilization). The rather chaotic and fluid land of the Planetary becomes more orderly, the land is terraced, fences appear, structures become rigid and built with obvious intent; the external technology used to create the Memetic level mirrors the internal mental systems that the memes are formed on. On the Memetic level, cars stop at red lights, borders mark sometimes very large changes in cultural coding between people on both sides, and laws that are followed are “agreed upon” by masses of people. To a bird, there is no Mexico and no America, and a bird does not stop at a red light. A human animal, just as any memetic creature on any other planet, requires taming and coding in order to live inside and operate within the Memetic level. Now, love, tell me… would you rather be a human or a bird?
 

madaeli26:

The Grid
by Jeff Graham

At minimum, there are three worlds with three sets of laws. At the Universal level, what goes up does not come down, it keeps going up along a trajectory based on bodies of great mass. At the Universal level, there is no such thing as “cold”, there is only “how hot?” On the Planetary level, what goes up comes down, and “cold” is relative to the mean temperature of the observer. The Planetary level can also be called the relative or animal level. It is easy to see where the Planetary level becomes the Memetic level (read: civilization). The rather chaotic and fluid land of the Planetary becomes more orderly, the land is terraced, fences appear, structures become rigid and built with obvious intent; the external technology used to create the Memetic level mirrors the internal mental systems that the memes are formed on. On the Memetic level, cars stop at red lights, borders mark sometimes very large changes in cultural coding between people on both sides, and laws that are followed are “agreed upon” by masses of people. To a bird, there is no Mexico and no America, and a bird does not stop at a red light. A human animal, just as any memetic creature on any other planet, requires taming and coding in order to live inside and operate within the Memetic level. Now, love, tell me… would you rather be a human or a bird?

Reblogged from littlehouseofhappy, and originally blogged by madaeli26
madaeli26: The Grid by Jeff Graham At minimum, there are three worlds with three sets of laws. At the Universal level, what goes up does not come down, it keeps going up along a trajectory based on bodies of great mass. At the Universal level, there is no such thing as “cold”, there is only “how hot?” On the Planetary level, what goes up comes down, and “cold” is relative to the mean temperature of the observer. The Planetary level can also be called the relative or animal level. It is easy to see where the Planetary level becomes the Memetic level (read: civilization). The rather chaotic and fluid land of the Planetary becomes more orderly, the land is terraced, fences appear, structures become rigid and built with obvious intent; the external technology used to create the Memetic level mirrors the internal mental systems that the memes are formed on. On the Memetic level, cars stop at red lights, borders mark sometimes very large changes in cultural coding between people on both sides, and laws that are followed are “agreed upon” by masses of people. To a bird, there is no Mexico and no America, and a bird does not stop at a red light. A human animal, just as any memetic creature on any other planet, requires taming and coding in order to live inside and operate within the Memetic level. Now, love, tell me… would you rather be a human or a bird?
 

madaeli26:

The Grid
by Jeff Graham

At minimum, there are three worlds with three sets of laws. At the Universal level, what goes up does not come down, it keeps going up along a trajectory based on bodies of great mass. At the Universal level, there is no such thing as “cold”, there is only “how hot?” On the Planetary level, what goes up comes down, and “cold” is relative to the mean temperature of the observer. The Planetary level can also be called the relative or animal level. It is easy to see where the Planetary level becomes the Memetic level (read: civilization). The rather chaotic and fluid land of the Planetary becomes more orderly, the land is terraced, fences appear, structures become rigid and built with obvious intent; the external technology used to create the Memetic level mirrors the internal mental systems that the memes are formed on. On the Memetic level, cars stop at red lights, borders mark sometimes very large changes in cultural coding between people on both sides, and laws that are followed are “agreed upon” by masses of people. To a bird, there is no Mexico and no America, and a bird does not stop at a red light. A human animal, just as any memetic creature on any other planet, requires taming and coding in order to live inside and operate within the Memetic level. Now, love, tell me… would you rather be a human or a bird?

Reblogged from littlehouseofhappy, and originally blogged by madaeli26

madaeli26:

The Grid
by Jeff Graham

At minimum, there are three worlds with three sets of laws. At the Universal level, what goes up does not come down, it keeps going up along a trajectory based on bodies of great mass. At the Universal level, there is no such thing as “cold”, there is only “how hot?” On the Planetary level, what goes up comes down, and “cold” is relative to the mean temperature of the observer. The Planetary level can also be called the relative or animal level. It is easy to see where the Planetary level becomes the Memetic level (read: civilization). The rather chaotic and fluid land of the Planetary becomes more orderly, the land is terraced, fences appear, structures become rigid and built with obvious intent; the external technology used to create the Memetic level mirrors the internal mental systems that the memes are formed on. On the Memetic level, cars stop at red lights, borders mark sometimes very large changes in cultural coding between people on both sides, and laws that are followed are “agreed upon” by masses of people. To a bird, there is no Mexico and no America, and a bird does not stop at a red light. A human animal, just as any memetic creature on any other planet, requires taming and coding in order to live inside and operate within the Memetic level. Now, love, tell me… would you rather be a human or a bird?

Oct 19th
I was going to queue this one… but no. A thousand bottled horizons and suited to every taste in the world. I’ll take one of each of ‘em… and pass the bottle on… I know that others are thirsty also. Have a drink, love. What do you taste?
 

I was going to queue this one… but no. A thousand bottled horizons and suited to every taste in the world. I’ll take one of each of ‘em… and pass the bottle on… I know that others are thirsty also. Have a drink, love. What do you taste?

(Source: imgfave)

Reblogged from metaconscious, and originally blogged by imgfave
I was going to queue this one… but no. A thousand bottled horizons and suited to every taste in the world. I’ll take one of each of ‘em… and pass the bottle on… I know that others are thirsty also. Have a drink, love. What do you taste?
 

I was going to queue this one… but no. A thousand bottled horizons and suited to every taste in the world. I’ll take one of each of ‘em… and pass the bottle on… I know that others are thirsty also. Have a drink, love. What do you taste?

(Source: imgfave)

Reblogged from metaconscious, and originally blogged by imgfave

I was going to queue this one… but no. A thousand bottled horizons and suited to every taste in the world. I’ll take one of each of ‘em… and pass the bottle on… I know that others are thirsty also. Have a drink, love. What do you taste?

(Source: imgfave)

Aug 3rd
Come, Love, let’s go outside! The sky is calling!
 

Come, Love, let’s go outside! The sky is calling!

Reblogged from coffeymuse, and originally blogged by coffeymuse
Come, Love, let’s go outside! The sky is calling!
 

Come, Love, let’s go outside! The sky is calling!

Reblogged from coffeymuse, and originally blogged by coffeymuse

Come, Love, let’s go outside! The sky is calling!

Jun 23rd
Can you smell the rain, love? Can you feel your heart race in anticipation… in eager desire for the thunder? Let us go then… let us dance with the lightning.
 

Can you smell the rain, love? Can you feel your heart race in anticipation… in eager desire for the thunder? Let us go then… let us dance with the lightning.

(Source: tacosandsex)

Reblogged from littlehouseofhappy, and originally blogged by tacosandsex
Can you smell the rain, love? Can you feel your heart race in anticipation… in eager desire for the thunder? Let us go then… let us dance with the lightning.
 

Can you smell the rain, love? Can you feel your heart race in anticipation… in eager desire for the thunder? Let us go then… let us dance with the lightning.

(Source: tacosandsex)

Reblogged from littlehouseofhappy, and originally blogged by tacosandsex

Can you smell the rain, love? Can you feel your heart race in anticipation… in eager desire for the thunder? Let us go then… let us dance with the lightning.

(Source: tacosandsex)

Jun 13th