Heart-Shaped Knife

thepineapplebus:

Honeydukes in Hogsmeade at The Wizarding World of Harry Potter

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raptorwing:

A leucistic (partially-albino) red-tailed hawk with its handler.  Taken from the Minnesota Zoo in Apple Valley, MN.
Of all the raptors, the red-tailed hawk is the most prone to occasional leucism and albinism.  Fully albino individuals generally perish quickly, since the lack of pigment in the eyes robs the birds the ability to see effectively.
  Leucistic individuals have a chance of surviving in the wild, since they retain pigment in their eyes.  Thus, sightings of pale, mottled, or fully white (but dark-eyed) red-tailed hawks are rare but regular throughout the population.

raptorwing:

A leucistic (partially-albino) red-tailed hawk with its handler.  Taken from the Minnesota Zoo in Apple Valley, MN.

Of all the raptors, the red-tailed hawk is the most prone to occasional leucism and albinism.  Fully albino individuals generally perish quickly, since the lack of pigment in the eyes robs the birds the ability to see effectively.

  Leucistic individuals have a chance of surviving in the wild, since they retain pigment in their eyes.  Thus, sightings of pale, mottled, or fully white (but dark-eyed) red-tailed hawks are rare but regular throughout the population.


The look on his face as he starts to believe that what he’s being told is true, just completely breaks my heart.

The look on his face as he starts to believe that what he’s being told is true, just completely breaks my heart.

Sound

There was a time when our smiles could be heard around the world. When our laughter bellowed louder and louder until we disrupted others. When our hands intertwined in a tranquil pattern and we promised eternity into each other’s ears. When our hearts first skipped a beat in sync to lead us to one another.

There were times when you stopped replying. When I returned the favor. When you yelled. When I yelled. When you were a coward. When I was a coward. I’ve driven countless miles and hours to save us, racing through the cricket-screeching night just to hold your face against mine. You told me we’re forever, and the soothing tone of your voice assured me. Yet, I still wake up in the late night, paranoid, and turn over to see you say “it’s over” flashing on a machine like so many others before you. It hasn’t happened yet. I believe you.

It’s another sleepless night and another bottle I’ve downed to numb the resentment I hold to every person that’s burned my delicate skin and gentle heart. Our angry minds scream and can be heard across from the Great Lakes in Michigan to the beech trees in Denmark. I can only hear the clicking fan, the blind rooster down the street, my quiet sobs, and your silence.

Even silence has a noise. It’s a ringing, buzzing shout that could drive anyone to madness if they listened long enough.

But you.

Your silence could bring tears through the sky and watch a whole world burn in so much pain and misery without the blink of an eye.

Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone.

blackspartan:

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sweeeetastea:

This is what it means to age gracefully…

God save the queen

I’m sick of the media telling us women can only be beautiful during a very tiny portion of their lives. Look at this amazing person, and tell me she hasn’t always been and remains to this day drop dead gorgeous.

Ladies, you’re always and forever beautiful. Remember that.

I’m not saying that beauty is the most important thing, I’m only saying your age will never steal it from you. So just keep rockin’ it.

Hey hey hey