Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

[drxgonfly]

Lakehouses at Dawn (by David Pinzer)

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Books

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Trees in the fog

[palawanrepublik]

You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.

                                                                                               - Buddha

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[lsleofskye]

flakstad-1

[chaosophia218]

La Luna.

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Indiana Ocean, Zanzibar

[da-da-sk]

[thunderstruck9]

Peng Kang-Long (Taiwanese, b. 1962), Coldness, 2015. Ink on handmade paper with vegetal fibre, 75 x 143 cm.

via da-da-sk

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Segelboot

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City of Angels

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by jamesrelfdyer

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The Forest

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Charmaine Olivia

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Schwarzwald

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Tunnel View with Fog and Snow

[dsxsbx]

Lago di Sorapis // Max Muench