Everything I touch is made of stone

milktree:

the fibonacci sequence engraved on grass


Kim Wilkie’s ‘Vision of Hell: Orpheus’ ground sculpture at Broughton House, Northants.
I am nothing but words,
      just a shape
              of dreams or night.

Euripides (via mirroir)

(元記事: proustitute (mudwerksから))

snaag:

scoobydoobooty:

Update pakistan; 
1. They are stopping people from giving blood to protestors who are bleeding out
2. They are forcing doctors not to report number of deaths and injuries
3. They have hit people with real steel bullets instead of rubber one’s
4. They are sending severely injured people home without giving them proper treatment

CAN WE PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS? Because literally nobody I’ve spoken to about this even knows wtf is happening.

(teinisensaatioから)

Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo - Immigrants. First generation.

(元記事: theijeoma (tuileriesから))

samuraicinema:

Lady Snowblood 
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena 

(元記事: stxxz.us (tuileriesから))

Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones.

Edgar Allan Poe, The Collected Letters Of Edgar Allan Poe (via sylphwings)

(元記事: seabois (fletchingarrowsから))

equinoxes:

same

تذكر ان اليوم هو الغد الذي كنت قلقاً عليه بالأمس.

Remember that today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.


(via cuklev)

:(

(元記事: faathima-dawood (pussymiaouから))

What if love is made and nothing else?
asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water.

Nothing else,
cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods.

And they were both right.
And they were both lonely.


Kapka Kassabova, “And they were both right” (via rabbitinthemoon)

(gypsjiから)