styofa doing anything
hello vonnie
ojovivo
dirt enthusiast
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shark vs the universe
Three Goblin Art
if i look back, i am lost
pixel skylines
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RMH
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Love Begins
Peter Solarz
d e v o n
#extradirty
JVL
we're not kids anymore.
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@thetriggerhippie
the anatomy of every muse song
gentle piano intro
sudden loud guitar sounds
nonsensical lyrics
a george orwell quote
matt bellamy holding a ridiculously high note for 30 seconds
loud and dramatic guitar solo accompanied by electronic sounds
a verse about how oil companies are destroying the earth
matt bellamy screaming “FUCK THE GOVERNMENT” over and over
staticky fade out
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"Black girls hips will grow too wide and their boobs too big; they are too curvy to ever be successful in ballet."
i call bullshit
Dom Bosco Sanctuary, Brasilia, Carlos Alberto Naves, 1963. Stained glass by Hubert Van Doorne.
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The maiden fair Through the forest went. Evil she muttered, Herbs she collected, Roots she extracted, The moon she stole, The sun she ate. Aroynt her, hag! Aroynt her, witch
Songs of the Russian Peopleby W. R. S. Ralston (via gardenofthequeen)
Ellie Davies, In Between the Trees
Janvier.
La lumiere perce au creux de janvier. Sur le Vaisseau aux éléments déchainés, j'ai les pieds nus. Le corps animé par la danse, comme depuis des mois. L'âme libre, perchée, au loin. Qui voyage. J'ai besoin de rhythme dans ma vie. Lentement peut-être, mais sûrement, Imbolc s'éveille au fond de mon ventre, comme un bourgeon, un feu, une impulsion. C'est l'enfant de l'hiver, le pélerin des neiges, et il me réchauffe, me guide, m'offre la Confiance.
Je veux te voir en nuances de printemps.
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Catherine Breillat, “The Last Mistress” (via thatkindofwoman)
Winter streches in whiter shades of blue Munching away the memories of your hearty laugh Fading away like sea foam Strands from a vilolin Playing a melody to the Unknown What will happen, I wonder to my moving feet And my rabbit heart And will I let your laugh Disappear completely?
L'Univers, grand et puissant, s'est penché sur mon berceau une nuit de mois noir, et m'a donné une chose précieuse, un don déguisé en poison. Je me demande encore si cela pourrait être le contraire. L'hiver sentait la Myrrhe et ma mère était fragile. Il n'y avait rien qu'elle puisse faire. "Tu aimeras trop, tu aimeras tout, tu aimeras tout le temps."
He doesnt talk: he whispers. And, strangely, that’s how I hear him best.
untitled by tiphaine.c on Flickr.
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I have always been somewhat of a mermaid,
Being raised in the creeks
Water gently chirping away in the summer months.
Slowly. Peaceful ripples.
But it was at the heart of winter that I found another myself,
Hidden in the deep.
And I merged into her as easily as one plunges.
And so I became a sea monster,
Bearing fangs and devouring hearts,
Keeping sense at bay.
Ce garçon m'a transportée jusqu'à mes origines.
Il m'a montré d'où je viens. Il m'a fait chavirer jusqu'à une colline près de la mer. L'odeur du goémon,
et le bleu-vert m'enveloppant,
comme une enfant prodige qui revient à la maison.
Sur fond de mélodie anciennes, douces-amères, il m'a regardé m’enraciner.
Et j'en suis ressortie Libre.
Il m'a dévorée des yeux, et je me suis enroulée autour de lui et de toutes ces terres que je considère miennes,
J'ai embrassé les légendes et la Magie,
J'ai volé par dessus la grisaille,
J'ai remonté le temps.
