I love first times. I want my whole life to be composed of them. Life is only interesting if life is wide.
Photographer Marianne Kjølner snapped this pair of photographs of a bizarre tree in Denmark. Of the photo she says: “This old pink house is situated at the old dunes, a few hundred meters from the west coast, a very windy place were there isn’t much that can grow. So the tree can only grow where it has shelter.”
since no one’s up atm, it seems like a good time to get this out
i’ve been gone from tumblr for nearly a month, I think, and it’s always hard to start things again after stopping them (even if they’re mundane). with this it’s not made a difference (if anything, i think I’m slightly less lonely - because i’m not unwillingly comparing my popularity to anyone else’s - and slightly more bored), but with school it’s becoming a real problem. the longer i shy away from classes and classmates, the harder it is to pick up where i left off. i’m hoping to make it to class tomorrow, and i really need to go to my wednesday seminar, so maybe writing this will give me the kick i need to make that happen.
"And before we judge of them too harshly we must remember what ruthless and utter destruction our own species has wrought…Are we such apostles of mercy as to complain if the Martians warred in the same spirit?"
Does anyone have this pic without the words?