Origami Around
Kiana Khansmith
Color Me Curious
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
sheepfilms
The Stonewall Inn
Today's Document
Product Placement
titsay
🪼
No title available
Fieri Frames
Love Begins
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
KIROKAZE
No title available
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
@starsandsaturnn
Eid Mubarak to our brothers and sisters fighting imperial occupation. To those in the guts of the trenches, displaced, and grieving. To our children born into shackles of injustice they didn’t choose. The pride of this ummah. May we see the liberation of our people and our lands in this life.
me after a minor inconvenience: i hope i get hit by a [remembers i’m anti car-centric infrastructure] pedestrian
Rent should neverever ver be more than a thousand dollars what the hell like a thousand dollars just to be in a building for a month fuck you seriously oh my god
yoga taught me how to let go without losing my form;
“releasing is as sacred as holding”
Contrary to popular belief the biggest beginner's roadblock to art isn't even technical skill it's frustration tolerance, especially in the age of social media. It hurts and the frustration is endless but you must build the frustration tolerance equivalent to a roach's capacity to survive a nuclear explosion. That's how you build on the technical skill. Throw that "won't even start because I'm afraid it won't be perfect" shit out the window. Just do it. Just start. Good luck.
I highly recommend a clingy, lovey-dovey partner. Life’s too short to be with someone who acts like showing love is a chore
I would never be mean to my friend and lover public transport but the bus does take the piss sometimes
MY SOUL SPEAKS IN FLOWERS
Japanese proverb; // "The Book of Tea", by Okakura Kakuzo; // Rupi Kaur; // Iris Murdoch; // "The Little Prince", by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry; // Frida Kahlo; // Niti Majethia; // Luther Burbank; // "Salt", by Nayyirah Waheed. //// Art: "Irises in Evening Shadows", by Max Pechstein; // "Wild Roses", by Vincent van Gogh; // "Irises", by Stanisław Wyspiański; // "Spring Flowers", by Maurice Prendergast; // "Irises" Vincent van Gogh; // "Bed of Flowers" (Cannas or The Garden), by Maurice Prendergast
Imagine sitting in a garden with her, she looks at the flowers and i look at mine.
𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋──𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺̃ ❨...❩ 石榴花, 𝗌𝗁í𝗅𝗂𝗎́𝗁𝗎𝖺̄, ❀
𖤓⠀⠀๑⠀⠀𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌⠀⠀多雾路段⠀⠀፧⠀⠀𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼.
𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺⠀⠀𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖺⠀⠀⬬⠀⠀𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂.
(⠀𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗒𝗂⠀́ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀⠀) ⠀水磨 𖠁⠀ 艺术.
𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾⠀⠀ᜌ⠀⠀𝖺𝗋𝗍.⠀⠀♡⠀⠀𝖻𝖺𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗈.
✿⠀𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗈⠀(桃花, 𝗍𝖺́𝗈𝗁𝗎𝖺̄)⠀⎯⠀ 𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾.
“na china, as flores não são apenas belas; elas carregam significados profundos e simbólicos. cada flor tem uma mensagem a transmitir, e os chineses sabem como ninguém apreciar essa linguagem floral.”
Chai is an art. The art of cooking chai, pouring chai, and drinking chai. The one who masters the art of chai, very well masters the art of life.
Well, it’s the other half of Marxism’s birthday today, Engels- here’s one of my favorite quotes from him:
“The bourgeoisie is charitable out of self-interest; it gives nothing outright, but makes a bargain with the poor, saying: ‘If I spend this much upon benevolent institutions, I thereby purchase the right not to be troubled any further, and you are bound thereby to stay in your dusky holes and not to irritate my tender nerves by exposing your misery.’”- The Attitude of the Bourgeoisie Towards the Proletariat
The lost art of Eid greeting cards
From the Priya Paul Collection, New Delhi.
Right: A floral Eid card. Published by Hafiz Qamruddin & Sons, Lahore and posted from Lahore on 24 December 1935. From the Priya Paul Collection, New Delhi. Left: Eid greetings stamped on an image printed in Europe. Basically it was European-made Christmas cards which were modified and used as Eid cards. From the Priya Paul Collection, New Delhi.
Right "Guldasta-e Eid" – title of the chapbook published by Rashid ul Khairi in Mahboob Al Matabah, Delhi.
One of the more popular Eid greeting cards.
Especially for children. Eid card produced by Shabbar T. Corp. Bombay. From Omar Khan's collection.
Left: A post card originally produced by Raphael Tuck, London. From the collection of Tasveer Ghar.
Aown Ali
saw this today
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you
I ASKED GOD FOR A SAVIOUR AND HE SAID LOOK AT YOUR HANDS
