“ …and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine. ”

—    Gone Girl (Gillian Flynn)

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Graeme Owsianski
Vancouver Island, Canada
Canon 5D Mark II | Canon 1-V 35mm

What sort of activities do you get up to on your wild adventures?

Exploring, hiking, fishing, surfing, motorcycling, swimming, canoeing and camping. There’s a lot of wilderness out there, get some and have fun!

Tumblr: @benchandcompass
Instagram: @graeme_o

more outdoors here

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You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

—    The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb  (via splitterherzen)

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Map of the World by Natural Skin Color

i’m really dumbfounded that i never realized skin colour is literally just caused by being closer to or farther from the equator and the resulting sun exposure and skin darkening

actually, its an adaptation. natural selection. people with darker skin are selected for in areas near the equator, where the melanin that causes the darker color protects them from radiation and protects them from skin cancer and other health defects, and because they are healthier they can pass on that trait more. people near the poles have lighter skin because it allows them absorb more of the limited sunlight to convert to vitamin d. 


Evolution of melanin levels based on geographical location.

wait is that not everyday knowledge? it always seemed like common sense to me.  

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there’s a history on my mother’s side of naming daughters Rose.
variants run through the family tree:
RosaLee, Rosalia Anna, Anna Rosalia, Carolyn Rose.

other names attach themselves to my family tree, like aphids to houseplants.
names like clonidine escitalopram buproprion duloxetine melatonin alprazolam buspirone fluoxetine methylphenidate risperidone.

words like postpartum and electroconvulsive and inpatient and outpatient and self-medication and suicidal ideation and discovered heavily intoxicated and why did she do it and left this world too soon.

flesh of my flesh, you need to know this.

you need to know that darkness and frailty wade through our blood to coagulate at the next birth. again and again.
our blood. my blood. the blood I will give you.

you need to know
that if I could, in a heartbeat
I would take the dose of this thing in our blood meant for you.
a double dose, or triple, or quadruple.
I would sit in the pangs of your coming and I would tell the doctors
let my child come, but leave those genes behind.
let them stay inside me, a double dose while you emerge untainted.

I would tell them,
let my child have my family’s hospitality. our honesty and gregariousness and love of family and land.
but spare her this. keep this as far away from him as the womb after birth.

I would run all of me through a filter before nursing you.
I would wear a mask before kissing your forehead.
I would put on gloves every time I held you.

—    protection, e.k.b. (via incrookedlines)

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