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Girl Anachronism

@maia-saura / maia-saura.tumblr.com

Dreaming of the TARDIS. Old-fashioned but fascinated by the future. In a perfect world, I'd have a pet dinosaur. In the real world, I'd love some cats. (Mostly on queue at the moment.)
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nubbsgalore

the wwf’s living planet report 2014, which discovered that we’ve lost half of all the world’s wildlife in the past fourty years, showed more specifically that the population of common dormice dropped by 43 percent between 1993 and 2010.

not only are dormice vulnerable to habitat loss, but they’re hesitant to cross open fields, and the grubbing out of hedgerows in recent decades has removed the wildlife corridors between woods that has allowed the dormice to move more freely to new habitat.  

dormice have very specialized diets of berries and nuts, and with less habitat they are unable to seek out enough food to fatten up before their six month hibernation (which was featured in these two posts). 

Source: nubbsgalore
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When I say girlhood I mean to bleach and bind and braid. I mean that soft gape-mouthed mirror face. I mean the slight, tight discomfort of hair scraped into a ponytail lifting the skin of the forehead. I mean pleasure-pain. I mean knowing how to hurt. I mean the fixed quality of attention bestowed by your best friend as she grips your chin to apply your lipstick, half-sensual half-ritual all hush, like communion. Sad as Sunday night television. I mean following those flow-charts in teen magazines that tell you which movie star you’re going to marry, looking for clues about the unknown quantity of yourself. I mean the sense of waiting for upheaval. I mean having an itchy soul. I mean girls are cruellest to themselves. I mean a fire in a dollhouse. 

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fleurishes
I am growing out my hair to teach myself patience. I am going to cut it to teach myself loss. On my best days I still don’t always get out of bed. New York, we have to stop meeting like this. I would have texted you sooner but cabs at three a.m. But boys who don’t mind if I don’t always smile like I mean it. But the rain and I don’t always have an umbrella. Everything is an excuse, so who are we kidding? If you write me a poem, I’ll probably make out with you. No, I am not drunk. I just want to see your naked elbows. I just want to dye my hair an unacceptable color and become a totally different person.

Kristina Haynes, “Some Mornings, I Miss You” (via fleurishes)

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Stop saying sorry. Say thank you instead. When you say, “sorry for being a jerk” the other person is forced to either call you a jerk or say it wasnt a big deal. Instead, say “thank you for being so patient with me” so the other person has a reason to say they love you.

I saw this gem on Reddit tonight.  It was posted under a topic of “What ‘little’ things you can do to improve your relationship with your significant other.”  I’m definitely taking this piece of advice with me into my next relationship. (via blakebaggott)

I’m going to make this effort with all my valued people.

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