[mostlyskateboarding]

[windows-in-art]

Living Room, September 1998.

Dmitri Cavander

[cozy-aesthetics]

[love]

[nevver]

Once upon a time in the West, Ariel Lee (because)

[marenzell]

Medusa fragment ring. 14KY. By Sofia Ajram (source)

[flixls]

Dancers of the Royal Ballet in Giselle — by Bill Cooper

[thirtymilesout]

“Sundown at the Ranch”

by Glenn Dean

[the-eternal-moonshine]

The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail. (from nemfrog, gif by the-eternal-moonshine)

[nettlecottage-deactivated201908]

Inch Island, Donegal, Ireland Photo by James Whorriskey (Delbert Jackson) on Flickr

[tkkatherineblog]

[eutonie]

Maybe magic does exist. When you’re driving and a song that feels like a movie soundtrack is playing, and the sun is going down, and the sky is the prettiest shade of pink, and just as you drive by, all of the street lamps turn on. Maybe that’s magic. When you can feel it in your body that everything is beautiful and there is so much love in your heart just from seeing the sun colour the clouds. Maybe there’s a kind of magic to mundanity.

[be-artistic-deactivated20230306]

[bled]

By Mike Depetris

[clara-studies-deactivated202109]

“I don’t think existence wants you to be serious. I have not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen a serious sunrise. I have not seen a serious starry night. It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways. We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that the whole existence is a celebration.”

— Osho (via feelingisthesecret)

[geopsych]

[hedgehog-moss]

“Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We’d pass out every time we saw — actually saw — a flower. Imagine if we only got to see a cumulonimbus cloud or Cassiopeia or a snowfall once a century: there’d be pandemonium in the streets. People would lie by the thousands in the fields on their backs.”

— Anthony Doerr, Four Seasons in Rome (via quotespile)