heaveninawildflower:

The Constellations for September and October. Illustration from ‘The Constellations and How to Find Them’ by William Peck. Published 1887 by Silver, Burdett & Co
archive.org

heaveninawildflower:

The Constellations for September and October. Illustration from ‘The Constellations and How to Find Them’ by William Peck. Published 1887 by Silver, Burdett & Co

archive.org

reclusieve:


There’s a species of solitary mason bees that make these pretty little nests for their larvae out of flower petals.

how can you not enjoy insects

reclusieve:

There’s a species of solitary mason bees that make these pretty little nests for their larvae out of flower petals.

how can you not enjoy insects

(Source: davidbyrne)

wapiti3:

The mushroom book : a popular guide to the identification and study of our commoner Fungi, with special emphasis on the edible varieties / By Marshall, Nina L. on Flickr.

Publication info Garden City, N. Y. :Doubleday, Page,1910, c1905.
Contributing Library:
Cornell University Library
BioDiv. Library
The Plates are reproductions of photographs and hand colored

libutron:

Marasmius pulcherripes

Marasmius pulcherripes (Marasmiaceae) is a beautiful little mushroom with a pleated pink cap and a wiry, blackish stem. Often grows in conifer woods, though it is also found under hardwoods.

This mushroom has been reported from Eastern North America (Canada and the United States), Panama and Japan.

References: [1]

Photo credit: ©E. Esquivel Rios | Locality: Panama (2014)

tinyhousedarling:

jenhominid:

The Alnwick Poison Garden is pretty much what you’d think it is: a garden full of plants that can kill you (among many other things). Some of the plants are so dangerous that they have to be kept behind bars. [x]

This place is at the top of my “must see before dead” list.

This makes me sad. I wanna go.

(Source: bregma)

3-26-14

I longed to be drawn in your spotted countenance,
With frustrated grace,
For only volatile lines provide shelter for muddled worth,
But you had come to me along an edge,
From which I was already clamoring beneath,
Half cleansed by its virile waters,
But ensnared by projection,
That I laid at your feet in staunch ornament,
Seeing them as bemoaning to mine,
And began again along that same periphery,
Assured of circumvention,
But the patterns that engendered me to you became blurred,
And split with chaotic dexterity,
For even the most lateral of progressions share no common end,
And as travelers your path could not be mine,
Nor could we exist in coupled stagnation,
And in this I fled from your face,
And took to your hands,
Where I feigned solace in their extension from you
And in their primary assertions,
As I had in the breath that brought my name from your lips,
And drew me from my own.
And within this dejection
I’ll ever be loved by lesser men,
For in their construction of me I’ll linger,
And delineate only mired connection.
An arcane endearment of flesh and beguiled understanding,
That in you became heavy with circumstance,
And fell from your eyes,
But I had returned to that which we had shared,
And took up my passage once again,
And claimed as my own the want of clarity,
Knowing now that I need only be drawn in earth and moon and bone,
An assemblage of matter imbued with intrinsic beauty.

3-25-14

Youthful Winter fell,
Stirring in its most tender days,
And covered me with the fertile soils of my Spring,
But I hid from its roots within the towering walls of shale,
In fissures sunk with mossy sentiment,
And I put my faith into the bones that showed through my skin,
For surely they were the ones to feel love,
And I grew resentful of the flesh that covered their protrusions,
Its mammalian grace I sought to sharpen and punish,
As it kept me from you,
and from that which the dawning bloom did provide.
To the most worthy of seeds,
and to the most worthy of bones.
And in that I did falter,
For cracked river beds can birth no fruit,
And while I laid waste to the waters of my constitution,
In favor of porous mineral salts and painted utility,
I stagnated into a moonless season,
Where my mind wept, thick and adipose along the sutures of my days,
Choking the impending Summer,
And enveloping the matrix of frost that had been thrust through my spine,
With wicked haste, calcifying and familial.
And in this growing deterioration I bent over inverted earth,
And scraped at the beds of my fingernails,
Drawing blood and loosening brick,
Until even the smallest of vessels became exposed,
And I could turn to the sky in both longing and proclamation,
And beg for light’s shaking return.

-CD

Played 13,577 times

phoenixrhythm:

Won’t you sleep with me every night for a week
Won’t you just let me pretend this is the love I need 
And I will grow out of all the empty words I often speak
and you will be depleted, but much better off without me
ooh, ooh…

Played 17,899 times

sexpansion:

"Someone will hurt me so bad one day
And you’ll resonate or I’ll apologize
Or maybe I’ll make the same mistake twice”