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@milkiscold let’s get matching sweaters
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Ruin
There is a lot that is wrong but i still like it i just need to draw more..
Joichi Hoshi(星襄一 HOSHI Jōichi Japanese, 1913-1979)
High Treetops 高い梢 1976
Colour woodblock print with gold leaf
I know that in our previous life we were trees, and even in this life we continue to be trees. Without trees, we cannot have people; therefore, trees and people inter-are. We are trees and air, bushes and clouds. If trees cannot survive, humankind is not going to survive either. We get sick because we have damaged our own environment, and we are in mental anguish because we are so far away from our true mother, Mother Nature.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via cosmofilius)
Stacks of You By Daehyun Kim
…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’
Friedrich Nietzsche (via rabbitinthemoon)
I step on a land mine every morning and spend the rest of the day picking up the pieces.
Ray Bradbury, “Learning is solitary pursuit for Bradbury“ From the Spartanburg Herald-Journal, October 17, 1990 (via liquidnight)
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You had a sensitive nervous system. You had an enhanced reaction to reality. You were very affectionate. You appreciated things. You appreciated them more than other people. You practically went into trances of rapture. You wanted the world to be better than it was.
Margaret Atwood, from Moral Disorder and Other Stories; “The Headless Horseman,” (via violentwavesofemotion)