Be Kind

Sometimes niceness and honesty can't co-exist. That's the biggest challenge we all face as humans.

[spamsy]

The process

[sandandglass]

[love-personal]

[samisoffthewall]

[samisoffthewall]

[the-library-and-step-on-it]

To be great, to be whole: don’t exaggerate Or leave out any part of you. Be complete in each thing. Put all you are Into the least of your acts. So too in each lake, with its lofty life, The whole moon shines.

Fernando Pessoa. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)

[pvnkx-deactivated20140321]

[detailedart]

Leonardo Da Vinci’s drawings and two design pieces (2,6).

Did you know that he actually drew dragons? That’s so fantastic…

“For someone to understand his inventions and scientific work, you must understand his time. The only way a scientist obtained his information was either through the Bible, or from the writings from previous scientists. There was a crazy belief that any research that was obtained through experimentation was full of errors. He was the first to see clearly that knowledge of science would have to come from repeated experiments done, not unproven ideas. He was also the first scientist that correlated mathematics and science. One of the reasons that he did fail in scientific investigations was because many of the mathematic laws that he needed had not yet been discovered. Another problem was that there were no accurate instruments for his measurements. Despite these holdbacks, he was thought of as a real pioneer.“ - LDV

[love-personal]

[huffpost]

[spamsy]

I have this endless argument in my mind

[luxury-andfashion]

[rajkumaris-deactivated20170129]

[toxic-bullshitt]

Love or sleep?

Sleep ftw🔝

[kushandwizdom]

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

Unknown, (via kushandwizdom)

[cosmic-rebirth]

Time is not at all what it seems. It does not flow in only one direction, and the future exists simultaneously with the past.

Albert Einstein, physicist (1879-1955)  (via afroui)

[punlovsin]

I have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, with her lion-red body, her wings of glass?

S.Plath (via punlovsin)