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Johannes van Loon. Illustrations for Harmonia Macrocosmica by Andreas Cellarius. Star Atlas. 1660.

(Source: magictransistor, via historicaltimes)

syntaxandsemantics:

a boulder in the back pocket. swimming
dead weight caught in slow currents.
light and silverfish. stone shadows.
a stubborn darkness. the illusion
of hands reaching beneath the surface,
the foiled plan. sinking. 
clothes on the shore.
the world is wet and you are dripping.

timelightbox:

Robert Capa—International Center of Photography/Magnum Photos
Pablo Picasso playing in the water with his son Claude, Vallauris, France, 1948.
Robert Capa’s Unpublished Color Photographs Debut at the International Center of Photography this month. Preview the work on LightBox.
emilianadarling:

deanobanion:


"Horsemanning, or fake beheading, was a popular way to pose in a photograph in the 1920’s. Sometimes spelled horsemaning, the horsemanning photo fad derives its name from the Headless Horseman, a character from “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

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HUMAN BEINGS ARE AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN SUCH HUGE FUCKING DORKS OKAY.

"Don’t hang with people who make you justify your vibe. Black holes don’t give the light back."

- (via howitzerliterarysociety)

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jheneaiko:

"When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky” Buddha ☺️

(Source: cinjarrellas)

beyonseh:

smh. she warned us. and we weren’t ready at all.

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spiritbreather:

cocorosieland:

Tales of a Grass Widow promo
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Rodrigo Jardon

girlies

syntaxandsemantics:

1. why write

immortality is the (con)temporary dream 

words reveal the insides of black boxes we call ourselves and everything else we assume, often incorrectly, but who and how are we to know better if we cannot live what someone else lives even if their story really becomes our story in understanding /
everyone is the same yet they are not.

nothing really means anything

2. aesthetic

illegible and soon forgotten notes-to-self littering a grey room with one dusty window looking out to nothing but clouds that are undecided about whether it will rain (it probably will)

3. process

there are words that arrange themselves in particular ways from which people derive meaning
/
i push a button and something happens

4. the moment right now

not real clothes. furniture that isn’t mine in a room that isn’t mine in a town that isn’t mine on a day that is mine but who am i to claim it. thoughts of wandering when i am already lost. time is a changing light. 

5.shortcomings

everything arrives the right length and as it should.

but still i would like to make less sense, sometimes.

6. a writer is

the cliche of a night sky is that song you can’t stop listening to is a memory is your mother is a tiger is a bird is a pen is a cage is an empty hand is the feeling of a cold bed is the world over your shoulders is anybody really is a definition of questionable value when it is all just labels and boxes and we are infinite and uncontainable.

neonexperience:

My favorite hiking spot made colorful.