Huang Yongyu b.1924, Chinese artist, printmaker

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Huang Yongyu b.1924, Chinese artist, printmaker
I found some stars.⭐️👀
いくつかの星を見つけたよ⭐️👀
bitches have complicated feelings about me due to my inconsistent swag
“To live our lives based on the principles of a love ethic (showing care, respect, knowledge, integrity, and the will to cooperate), we have to be courageous. Learning how to face our fears is one way we embrace love. Our fear may not go away, but it will not stand in the way. Those of us who have already chosen to embrace a love ethic, allowing it to govern and inform how we think and act, know that when we let our light shine, we draw to us and are drawn to other bearers of light. We are not alone.”
—
bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions
by graham dean
Carl R. Rogers, On Becoming a Person: A Therapist’s View of Psychotherapy
Detail: Matlock Tor by Moonlight, 1777-80, by Joseph Wright of Derby.
i eat 15 apples for breakfast then drive myself to the hospital just to watch the doctors get blasted backward into the drywall bc they cant withstand my aura
“Spirits and gods were woven into the fabric of ancient life not because of a lack of scientific knowledge, but because our ancestors lived in the larger world; one not designed by humanity. It was a bristling place, it was Nature entire, with all its merciless peril and untamed wonderment. The shelter that our ancestors forged from the living real was far thinner than the bubble within which modern humanity moves. What’s more, the ancients comprehended this far more readily than modern folk do. The fierce, unveiled wilderness was just outside the door of those houses of wattle and daub. Night truly fell in those fire-lit villages. Darkness meant something to our ancestors. Today we have lost this connection because we are quite literally addicted to light. We have washed out all developed areas with constant artificial illumination. Darkness is now often little more than an ambient backdrop to our nocturnal activities.”
— Richard Gavin - The Moribund Portal: Spectral Resonance and the Numen of the Gallows (via forbidden-sorcery)
We are snails! 🐌🐌🐌
僕たちカタツムリ!🐌🐌🐌
vieitnamese farmers harvest water chestnuts in fields of blowing waves of grass (x)
we should treat love as something to be built rather than found
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.”
— And the Mountains Echoed, Khaled Hosseini