krovvy

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[kuroshyy]

The Statue of liberty, rebuilt by tamam azzam, a Syrian artist, with the debris from his own house.

[yama-bato2]

©yama-bato

[thecalminside]

Life begins where fear ends.

Osho (via thecalminside)

[igormag]

[arsvitaest-deactivated20260111]

Ellsworth Kelly, Lemon Branch, 1964, pencil on paper

via igormaglica

[istmos]

Irem Sözen

http://iremsozen.com/

[shihlun]

Chang Chao-Tang, 2003.

[shihlun]

Chang Chao-Tang, 2004.

[journalofanobody]

Pleasures First look from morning’s window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons The newspaper The dog Dialectics Showering, swimming Old music Comfortable shoes Comprehension New music Writing, planting Traveling Singing Being friendly”

 Bertolt Brecht (via journalofanobody)

[yama-bato]

Andrea Tomas Prato

[lazyyogi]

You have projected onto yourself a world of your own imagination, based on memories, on desires and fears, and you have imprisoned yourself in it. Break the spell and be free.

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (via lazyyogi)

[stardust-seedling]

Seeing, observing, listening, these are the greatest acts.

Jiddu Krishnamurti (via stardust-seedling)

[masakazuchiba13]

俄 on Flickr.

©Masakadu Makiyama

[theclassicsreader]

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me;

Sylvia Plath, from “Elm” (via theclassicsreader)

[blossomed-blog]

[spiritofthewoodlands-deactivate]

Mighty Thirst by Michael Cummings

[butterflieswhispertodeath]

@skeletongarden

[stardust-seedling]

Love is the essential reality; and our purpose on Earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

Marianne Wiliamson (via stardust-seedling)

[purplebuddhaproject]

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

Franz Kafka (via purplebuddhaproject)