Lacryma

(Source: magpieinthesky, via imperialimpala)

fuckyeah-nerdery:

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justamus:

kuakusi:

homoerotics:

goldenalbatross | fire-kissed | adriofthedead | fairy-wren

expressive peregrine falcons

(photos by sdwildgene)

Thespian falcon.

#to fly or not to fly—that is the question #whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the gusts and winds of outrageous fortune #or to take wing against a sea of fish and by opposing eat them 

MY OTHER HALF IS PERFECT.

TO FLY - TO SWEEP, 
NO MORE; AND BY A SWEEP TO SAY WE END
THE HEARTACHE AND THE THOUSAND NATURAL FLOCKS
THAT FISH IS HEIR TO: ‘TIS A CONSUMMATION
DEVOUTLY TO BE WISHED. TO FLY, TO SWEEP;
TO SWEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM - AY, THERE’S THE GRUB:
FOR IN THAT SWEEP OF DEATH WHAT STREAMS MAY COME

OH EMMA I CANNOT BE STOPPED

when we have molted off these mortal feathers,

must give us pause. there’s the respect

that makes calamity of so long meals.

for who would bear the winters and famines of time?

th’poacher’s wrong, the large bird’s contumely,

the pangs of despised love, the daylight’s delay,

the insolence of prey, and the spurns that

patient merit of th’unworthy take,

when he himself might his quietus make

with a bare bird claw? who would fardels bear

to squawk and caw under a weary life,

but that the dread of something after food,

the unrelenting hunger, from whose clutches

no hunter returns, puzzles the will.

and makes us rather bear those ills we have

than fly to others we know not of?

thus hunger does make fools of us all.

CURSE YOU MOUSE

I WILL CATCH YOU ONE DAY

Reblogging just for the comments. *snerk*

Shakespearean falcon.

your argument is irrelevant.

I hereby declare this a meme and will be following all of the above people for birthing it.

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