#fragements

[halfelven]

Celebrían falls asleep in Elrond’s arms, and it is not a dream. It is just a field of heather, just purple flowers underneath a blue sky. There is a slight wind that carries the scent of birch trees, and the sun is high and white above them. It is not another lifetime; it is just a field and the wind and the sky. Everything real, everything here—her hair falling silver across her face, her hand resting on his knee. There is a rock sharp beneath his leg, and he is glad, for in a dream it would not hurt.

[spudinacup]

If you could send the fandom of Steven Universe at the end of season one one screenshot from any episode, what would it be?

[cosmicraelum2]

“You were right Jasper. I have been holding back.”

Screencap redraw

[p0ck3tp03t]

Unwanted Necessity

Relinquished freedom unveils vexation Escape lurks tempting with elation Hopeful still while becoming inured Thoughts haunt of time when cured

                                                                                      By:PocketPoet

[undercoverjumanjiplayer]

Alicia Ayanegui - Lavadoras

Huile sur papier

27 3/5 × 55 1/10 × 1 3/5 in | 70 × 140 × 4 cm

L'artiste à réalisé une série de peinture à l'huile intitulé 'Fragmentos que reconstruyen espacios'.

[thepoetryachiieves]

In her mother arms I lay feel now and then her jolt awake. Leg jostling. A little snort. A little choke. Hey eyelids flicker in the night. All such usual things to me and good to sleep against.

- A Girl is a Half Formed Thing, Eimear McBride

[orum]

This is what a broken tail if a signal crayfish map of Vejle looks like - I find it kind of interesting to look at if am honest, but practically it is not the best thing to happen in the middle of a show that is still running.. Luckily it's is in the hands of the capable people at @holstebrokunstmuseum getting a bit of a rest, as well as a sneak peek at some work by Albert Mertz . #brokenwindowtheory #fragements #futureruins (her: Holstebro Kunstmuseum) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHpoG8bBeyl/?igshid=1wzpq3wd659p7

[untitledloop]

are the interconnected blocks of all existence were made randomly or with a fine structural pattern that allow us to follow reasonably? in between there i am standing and there’s only confusions playing a noisey tune in my head, searching for the context is a burden or should i put it genuinely in a quiet atmospher of wonders making the tune going there slightly moving, what if there existed no two particular poles, what if there’s no poles at all and there is only me that created things out to crawl from this head burning burden, the natural necessity to think over and over again about a fictif blocks that only existed in my imagination.