The Unstartled Steppes of Dream
I am Ashley.
This is my personal blog. If you want just marine biology, go here.
I love the world; I really don't like people.
I balance all this animosity towards the human race with being an almost always kind and gentle being to all creatures.
I'm highly introverted and nature is my primary escape from humanity.
Creepy-crawly-slimy things are my favorites. Dinosaurs are fantastic.
Future marine biologist; presently an amateur entomologist, ichthyologist, artist, biologist, and writer.
Literature, video game, and music connoisseur.
I'm so full of passion for the world that it hurts.
I think a lot, I laugh a lot, I love a lot.
Almost none of the photos are mine and only some of the drawings are mine.
Listen in.
The Science of Love - why we crave, desire, and obsess over the one we love the most.
You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
- e.e. cummings
Tikwid // Animal Collective
The pensive gnu, the staid aardvark,
Accept caresses in the dark;
The bear, equipped with paw and snout;
Would rather take than dish it out.
But snakes, both poisonous and garter,
In love are never known to barter;
The worm, though dank, is sensitive:
His noble nature bids him give.
But you, my dearest, have a soul
Encompassing fish, flesh, and fowl.
When amorous arts we would pursue,
You can, with pleasure, bill or coo.
You are, in truth, one in a million,
At once mammalian and reptilian.
Answers when a group of children were asked, "What does love mean?"
| Billy (Age 4): | When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth. |
| Bobby (Age 7): | Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen. |
| Mary Ann (Age 4): | Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. |
| Tommy (Age 6): | Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well. |
| Jessica (Age 8): | You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget. |
Lives // Modest Mouse
If you could be anything you want, I bet you’d be disappointed, am I right?
(Source: Spotify)
Third Planet // Modest Mouse
I got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.
(Source: imbibes)
| Cory: | I believe in love like I believe in God. You can't touch it, you can't see it, but you can feel its wrath. |
| Shawn: | And its goodness. You can feel love's goodness. |
| Cory: | I wouldn't know. |
