ymutate:

István Orosz 


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pincuo:

A woman is riding between the railway carriages of a local train heading north from Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. 

Amy Helene Johansson, 2010


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newyorker:

Artist Eric Drooker shares the inspiration behind next week’s cover, “Ferguson, Missouri.”


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"He is exactly the poem I wanted to write."

—Mary Oliver, excerpt from “White Heron Rises Over Blackwater” (via larmoyante)


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What is the Proper Way to Display an American Flag?
Scott Tyler (1989)

Title: In My Place
Artist: Coldplay
Played: 409 times

Sun, Aug 24 via, , 74 notes

mlle-prufrock:

James Abbott McNeill Whistler, Nocturne in Black and Gold – The Falling Rocket (1875). Detroit Institute of Arts.


Thu, Aug 21 via, , 192 notes

heythereuniverse:

Butterfly scales | Jo Angell Design


Thu, Aug 21 via, , 2,528 notes

mpdrolet:

Valerie Chiang


Thu, Aug 21 via, , 533 notes
"We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered."

—Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (via quotes-shape-us)


Thu, Aug 21 via, , 241 notes

nyctaeus:

Wanda Koop


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crookednose:

Kerið (by Fjola Dogg)


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Sometimes I think the tumble of words that fall out of my mouth might ruin me. The highs and lows of them, frenetic and misplaced, resting in sadness and pacing with excitement, they all scatter like unnamed raindrops, washing away all sense of calm to be replaced instead with the pouring of pure feeling.

In my mind I imagine this is not normal. People do not possibly feel so much all at once, all the time, people don’t carry a cacophony of heart thoughts beneath their skin, it’s impossible, improbable, and too much for the sane.

But you are the antithesis of normal, you translate the language of my heart and name the raindrops and make words of scrabble pieces of feelings and

I love you for impossibility of this love becoming possible.


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letters;

moschops911:

Song of the Storm, Rene Magritte, 1937


Tue, Aug 19 via, source , 601 notes

cross-connect:

Wire sculptures by Swiss-based sculptor and artist Gavin Worth

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