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Romek Rasenas - VSCO

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Romek Rasenas - VSCO

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h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

Sri lankan train rides. Photo Tom Hawkins

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

Sri lankan train rides. Photo Tom Hawkins

boniverotica:

Bon Iver maintains a book of pencil drawings of creatures he sees in the woods, never failing to return the book to the top pocket of his oilcloth rucksack after a walk around the property. His style is loving and assured, but the sketches themselves don’t always correspond to animals I’ve personally ever seen.
'This little mouse has wings?' I ask.
He nods. ‘I found her in the branches of an aspen. I think she must have flown up there.’ He closes his eyes. ‘What an incredible day!’

boniverotica:

Bon Iver maintains a book of pencil drawings of creatures he sees in the woods, never failing to return the book to the top pocket of his oilcloth rucksack after a walk around the property. His style is loving and assured, but the sketches themselves don’t always correspond to animals I’ve personally ever seen.

'This little mouse has wings?' I ask.

He nods. ‘I found her in the branches of an aspen. I think she must have flown up there.’ He closes his eyes. ‘What an incredible day!’

boniverotica:

Bon Iver says he can’t stand to be apart from me.
He is squishing me.

boniverotica:

Bon Iver says he can’t stand to be apart from me.

He is squishing me.

boniverotica:

Before I knew Bon Iver, I was a little broken.
I saw myself as a conquerer of the world. I tried my best to acknowledge my flaws, and to use the strength they gave me to push open the doors of every new opportunity. Bang!
I’m the same woman now, but I’ve begun to move more slowly, with more intention. Bon Iver didn’t change me. He only showed me that I could use my power for more delicate things. I could be gentle with a bird’s snapped wing. And I could be gentle with myself.
Bon Iver lays the bird on the grass. We watch as it discovers its new gait, tests its new wing, and leaps into a tree. ‘We’re all a little broken,’ he says. ‘But if I fly in a circle, it’ll bring me back to you.’

boniverotica:

Before I knew Bon Iver, I was a little broken.

I saw myself as a conquerer of the world. I tried my best to acknowledge my flaws, and to use the strength they gave me to push open the doors of every new opportunity. Bang!

I’m the same woman now, but I’ve begun to move more slowly, with more intention. Bon Iver didn’t change me. He only showed me that I could use my power for more delicate things. I could be gentle with a bird’s snapped wing. And I could be gentle with myself.

Bon Iver lays the bird on the grass. We watch as it discovers its new gait, tests its new wing, and leaps into a tree. ‘We’re all a little broken,’ he says. ‘But if I fly in a circle, it’ll bring me back to you.’