David Jones's Blog, page 1304

"Perhaps you walked the same path. Perhaps in a past life you knew of each other, but I assure you,..."

“Perhaps you walked the same path. Perhaps in a past life you knew of each other, but I assure you, all paths which lead to this island find their termination and, just as day dies to night, the sailor shall perish.”

- Torn, Lilith’s Tears.

Saw this on Facebook today..gave me a chuckle.

Saw this on Facebook today..gave me a chuckle.

justinrampage:San Francisco-based freelance artist R.J....

-Blastoise- by R.J. Palmer


-Bulbasaur- by R.J. Palmer


-Charizard- by R.J. Palmer


-Reshiram- by R.J. Palmer


-Dragonite- by R.J. Palmer


-Druddigon- by R.J. Palmer


-Nidoking- by R.J. Palmer


-Scyther- by R.J. Palmer


-Tyranitar- by R.J. Palmer


-Garchomp- by R.J. Palmer

justinrampage:

San Francisco-based freelance artistR.J. Palmer(aka “arvalis”) has created an incredible series ofRealistic Pokemonillustrations that may leave you seeing the little cute creatures in a different light. You c...

"I dreamed a thousand new paths. I woke and walked my old one."

“I dreamed a thousand new paths. I woke and walked my old one.”

- Chinese Proverb (via salitterdrying)

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sovietpropaganda:Siberian salamanders have compounds in their...

sovietpropaganda:

Siberian salamanders have compounds in their blood that enable them to survive temperatures of -45°C(-49F). They can stay frozen solid for years before thawing and reviving as good as new. (Wild Russia - NDR)

Might need similar compounds in my own blood if it gets any colder in Liverpool.

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Yogscast is a famous youtube channel'(s), they are Englands most subscribed and do gaming video's, and semi improvised drama/action series. check them out on youtube

Ohh this sounds good. I will go and check it out - thats pretty much exactly the sort of thing I like to do. I’ll go and have a look. I feel I should have heard of this before but I am quite ignorant of many things..

The Forest of Time

Amongst the Forest of Time I lay down to die in a clearing of dwindling moments. Desperately, I sought for what was lost, for yesterday, for the long gone years. I wished and pleaded to begin again, to live life with the hindsight which would have saved me. I imagined myself inhabiting that long gone past, but inhabiting it with knowing. I craved to save the time which I had squandered, to be him - to be the one I was, the child who had believed the world was his. Perhaps, in the dreaming sti...