swing & swallow

[jennyyuu]

self-reconciliation

[jennyyuu]

Rain.

Hello friends! It’s been awhile since I’ve been on this site. An exact year almost! Thank you to anyone who even bothered sticking around. I’ve been so busy, and a lot has happened in the past year, but I’m a lot more focused and confident in my goals now. I’m ready to get back into it on here. Hope you’re all well (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

(I’m a lot more active over yonder: http://instagram.com/yeuujjn)

[tomhaugomat]

for XXI

[itscolossal]

The Lunar Cycle Displayed Through 15,000 Colorful Origami Birds

[monosrojo]

epiphanies 

[redlipstickresurrected]

Carla Hananiah (New Zealander, b. 1982, New Zealand, based Sydney, Australia) - 1: Higher, Higher, 2014  2: Triumphant Procession, 2010  3:  Mountains 2, 2014  4: Gloriously Ablaze, 2013  5: Mapping The Insurmountable, 2015  1,2,4,5: Paintings: Oil, 3: Acrylic Inks on Hahnemuhle Paper 

[showslow-deactivated20180412]

RainRoom by rAndom International

RainRoom offers an environment of perpetual rainfall that responds to the presence of its visitors. As soon as you approach the installation, a cocoon of dryness is created around you. This leaves you able to wander freely through different areas of the space, surrounded by falling water, and yet to remain completely dry. RainRoom allows the freedom to experience this unique environment; to be untouched by the rain falling all around you.

[calcifore]

[imjoeyyu]

When your mind is in the mountains

[artandcetera]

TABINEKO, Toshinori Mori

A cat on a journey.

[80sanime]

80s anime girl room aesthetic.

[mounifeddag]

[orientaltiger]

Jo-a Wooden Spiral Staircase

[gothetic]

[bijouxed]

Krikor Jabotian — “Closure” (FW13/14)

You stand poised in the doorway. The warm breeze blows over the threshold, carrying the faint sounds of a melody. Straining to listen, a motif begins to emerge, faint but recognizable. Reaching a cadence, a different voice picks up the melody. A key change, a moment of discord - but the phrase is resolved. The motif returns, more defined this time. Looking back, just for a moment, you see the dust of times past settle. The voice, clear now, sculpts the melody; it grows more muscular, more assertive. Moving in time with the rhythm, assured now of the way, you cross the threshold, let out a breath: the full harmony.

[snazzyratdad]

What I couldn’t say in public is a series of images exploring anonymous confessions and secrets from all ages of people. The confessions and secrets are posted and left in public places for people to view.   Jon Faulconer | 2015

[foxmouth]