1. 12:42 28th Jul 2014

    Notes: 5881

    Reblogged from thatkindofwoman

    I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
    — Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World   (via thatkindofwoman)

    (Source: whyallcaps.us)

     
  2. 12:40

    Notes: 5927

    Reblogged from static-panic

     
  3. 12:37

    Notes: 433

    Reblogged from princessedesfees

    I have the moan of doves and the feather of ecstasy.
    — Allen Ginsberg, from Death To Van Gogh’s Ear (via violentwavesofemotion)
     
  4. 11:16 27th Jul 2014

    Notes: 384

    Reblogged from violentwavesofemotion

    He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven’s happiness — mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive, and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his, and he said he could not breathe in mine.
    — Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights (via violentwavesofemotion)
     
  5. 11:08 23rd Jul 2014

    Notes: 292

    Reblogged from etheleato

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    poboh:

Meditation, 1899-1900, Vojtěch Preissig. Czech (1873 - 1944) - Color etching on paper -  Yes, I think I posted it before. But I love it.

    poboh:

    Meditation, 1899-1900, Vojtěch Preissig. Czech (1873 - 1944)
    - Color etching on paper -

    Yes, I think I posted it before. But I love it.

     
  6. 11:08

    Notes: 48

    Reblogged from etheleato

    Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.
    — Henry David Thoreau (via lonequixote)
     
  7. 11:04

    Notes: 53433

    Reblogged from etheleato

    When god became lonely
    he created man,
    Or was it
    When man became lonely
    he created god.
    — Melanie Exler strengthenizer  (via hollowqueens)

    (Source: strengthenizer)

     
  8. 09:32

    Notes: 113

    Reblogged from painting-a-picture

    “If uncertainty is unacceptable to you, it turns into fear. If it is perfectly acceptable, it turns into increased aliveness, alertness, and creativity.”

    - Eckhart Tolle (via thecalminside)
     
  9. 09:32

    Notes: 852

    Reblogged from madfuture

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    Steve McCurry.
     
  10. 09:03

    Notes: 232

    Reblogged from odious

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    photoshamanism:

Mirror universe
by Katharina Rhein
Reminds me of the Nebra sky disk ;-)

    photoshamanism:

    Mirror universe

    by Katharina Rhein

    Reminds me of the Nebra sky disk ;-)

     
  11. 09:03

    Notes: 147

    Reblogged from fables-of-the-reconstruction

    Death twitches my ear. Live, he says, I am coming.
    — Virgil (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
     
  12. 13:52 22nd Jul 2014

    Notes: 7169

    Reblogged from princessedesfees

    I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
    dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
    I want to do with you
    what spring does with the cherry trees.
    — Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play”   (via budddha)

    (Source: caveofhypnos)

     
  13. 20:47 21st Jul 2014

    Notes: 2412

    Reblogged from non-volerli-vittime

    Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.
    — 

    Louisa May Alcott, Rose in Bloom

    (via observando)

     
  14. 20:46

    Notes: 362

    Reblogged from -moonshine-

    (Source: queenanunnaki)

     
  15. 20:33

    Notes: 534

    Reblogged from etheleato

    Without their chloroplasts plants would be left like the rest of us, to eat what they find. Instead they hold out their green palms and catch light. If there is magic in the world, surely this is it: the descendants of tiny creatures in leaves, capable of ingesting the sun.
    — 

    Rob Dunn, “The Glory of Leaves,” National Geographic

    • Recommended article! 

    (via wordsnquotes)