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[jaubaius]

These ‘Beach Animals’ were created by Theo Jansen as a fusion of art and engineering. The kinetic structures walk on their own and get all their energy from the wind.

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Davi Kopenawa, Shaman and leader of the Brazilian Yanomami.

[literatureismyutopia]

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

Dylan Thomas (via literatureismyutopia)

[im-meanerthanmydemons]

[angelfishing]

[theliteraryjournals]

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

George Orwell, 1984 (via theliteraryjournals)

[gingkoh]

[kaelula-sungwis]

Traditional Japanese green tea plantation, Shizuoka por Ippei & Janine Naoi

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Very cool looking Field of Wheat next to Lavender 

[bhagyawati]

Kerala, India

1994

Thomas Hoepker

[artsnquotes]

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

Vincent van Gogh (via wnq-art)

[garushi-deactivated20160302]

The best gift you are ever going to give someone— the permission to feel safe in their own skin. To feel worthy. To feel like they are enough.

(via restlesswandering)

[ailinmoreno]

#NiUnaMenos

(#NotOneLess)

Marcha contra el femicidio y la violencia de género.

(Protest against gender violence and femicide).

Plaza del Congreso, C.A.B.A., Argentina.

03 de junio del 2015.

Fotos por Ailín Moreno.

[briefquotes]

Your past is just a story. and once you realize this it has no power over you.

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via briefquotes)

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Raffaelle Monti, Veiled vestal virgin, 1846-47.

ph Michael Day

[tribulacioneslamentosyocaso]

yo no puedo creer que logren “transparencia” en piedra

[little-miss-tragedy]

Tell me about the darkness. Tell me about the scar on your collarbone. Tell me about your brother. When was the last time you talked to your father? Tell me about your favorite book; tell me about the characters who taught you how to fall in love. Tell me about the day you fell in love with yourself. Tell me about the time you stayed up all night, and you drank stale coffee while watching the sunrise. Tell me about the monsters; tell me about the nightmares. When was the last time you listened to the wind? Tell me about the first time you drank whiskey to numb the pain. Tell me about the first cut; tell me about the last one. Tell me about your favorite song. Tell me about the person who took your breath away, and then taught you how to breathe. Tell me about the first time it was hard to breathe. Tell me about the first time you believed in love; the first time you believed in yourself. Tell me about the memory you’re so desperate to forget. Tell me–tell me–tell me about the darkness; tell me about the light.

pleasantries were never enough for you and me (version two) /// by (DS)

[fyp-philosophy]

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

Seneca (via fyp-philosophy)