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August rain, the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath (via the-art-of-finding-solace)
Match #208
Juan Manuel Arancibia and Nicolas Ripoll photographed by Justin Wu for the cover of Libertarian Magazine Issue #7 | Artwork by Cliff Briggie, photography and mixed media
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I am fueled by foggy mornings, moonlight, and starry skies.
Di Drago (via exospecies)
Magdalena Ptiček
Melissa Male
nebulous
(adjective) As one of the most beautiful words in the English dictionary, nebulous encompasses the full spectrum of obscurity in vocabulary. It is shapeless, formless, foggy, misty, vague, blurry hazy, etc; therefore it is difficult to see, comprehend or describe. The romanticism of this word lies in its opaque connotation. Although the English lexicon has numerous synonyms for ambiguity, nebulous depicts a mystery and a profound metaphysical confusion. It defines everything that is cryptic and shapeless. (via wordsnquotes)
duchonka by janamartish on Flickr.
Love yourself so much that when someone treats you wrong, you recognize it
Rena (via renafromtheheart)
curl your fists into flowers, love. do not let them see your rage. they filled your head with delusions of bane and ruin, your blood was overflowing with valor and as you ran across the field, head held high, you knew that nothing could ever compare to this. life was nothing compared to this. your eyes were fire, burning hotter and brighter than the flames in hephaestos’ workshop. your face, splattered with blood. a painting. imagine love, warming your hands at night. imagine happiness. freedom. do not let them see your rage - there are posies in between your teeth, love.
ares was the god of ruin // s.z (via hnrwinter)
We survive because the fire inside us burns hotter than that which surrounds us
greek mythology meme : six olympians 1. ares // the physical, the violent and untamed aspect of war
Then looking at him darkly Zeus who gathers the clouds spoke to him : “Do not sit beside me and whine, you double-faced liar. To me you are the most hateful of all gods who hold Olympus. Forever quarrelling is dear to your heart, wars and battles.“ the illiad
Foggy day series 43/54 by Marco Gaggio Via Flickr: a memorable foggy day spent in Venice after which my camera got even broken! - View my fog photoset on Steller More photos of Venice on SeeMyCity - View more of my photography at my blog onTumblr
Silvan Linus
I am an incurable romantic. I believe in hope, dreams and decency, love tenderness and kindness. I believe in mankind.
Leonard Nimoy (via colinmorgasms)
Wild landscape, Algarve by Eleazar Lazaro · Matutino Via Flickr: Wild Portugal · April ‘11 Web | Facebook | Pinterest