if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.
if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.
I accidentally deleted my own post so I hereby reblog it back to my blog. Proceed. Nothing to see here, especially not the bones that appeared in my flat corridor after the deletion and now have begun growing larger.
Don’t let them starve your curiosity. Ask your questions, and when they refuse you the answers, do one of two things: Demand or search. There are too many mysteries, too many hidden stories for you to close your mind and pretend you wouldn’t like to know what lies on the bottom of the ocean or why humans cry or how cats always land on their feet. How many languages did ever exist? What if the dinosaurs hadn’t died out? Can we ever protect one without hurting another? Ask.
Humanity never got anywhere without being a nuisance about things we don’t understand.
it took me 3 times reading this post to realized that (wild) meant living in the wild and wasn’t just a casual remark on the longevity of these organisms
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