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diamondpearson:

Grateful Dead.
You’re tired of hearing about it? Think about how fucking exhausting it is living it.
by Jon Stewart regarding racism (via siimontam)

(Source: anotherwellkeptsecret, via pellizzaki)

You are not free until you have no need to impress anybody.
by Joyce Meyer (via 12februarie)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via f0lklaur)

farewell-kingdom:

Hayao Miyazaki

from the movie "The Kingdom of Dreams and Madness" (2013)

(via mustardbitch)

“I’m going to do nothing but sit in the sun, eat hugely, and watch landscapes. Thats the way I travel. Looking, looking, looking and making up phrases to match clouds. It is the passion of my life.” — Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters

(via tranquilfern)

amare-habeo:

Oskar Herzberg (a schizophrenic, with no record of his birth or death, was hospitalized in Vienna from 1912 to 1914, claimed to be a composer, but, in reality, his profession was servant)
Declaration on Downfall (Erklärung über der untergang), 1912
The Prinzhorn Collection Psychiatric University Hospital in Heidelberg

rebecca-dearest:

This warms my heart.

(Source: pitched-music, via heeavyboots)

fleuralies:

(by Seatory)

“How beautiful it is here, to be sure, but how difficult to paint! I can see what I want to do quite clearly but I’m not there yet. It’s so clear and pure in its pinks and blues that the slightest misjudged stroke looks like a smear of dirt.”
Morning at Antibes, Claude Monet
plant-scans:

Exotic Ferns in Australia, D.L.Jones and C.J.Goudey, 1981
The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.” ubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.
by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype (via breathemystardust)

(via knowhereland)

knowhereland:

i wish i could have that ray-of-sunshine personality like some people, and i try, but i’m more of a strange moonbeam

us cancers stay strange

…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’
by Friedrich Nietzsche (via waywardcherry)

(Source: fuckyeahexistentialism, via veganvibez)

witchy business

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