pmpevato:

"O to drown in the sea of books" pm pevato, ya author

pmpevato:

"O to drown in the sea of books"
pm pevato, ya author

surrealism:

Crowds by Alekos Kontopoulos, 1970. Oil on canvas.

Via
Olympus u30D,S410D,u410D

emeghration:

The Home of Charles Darwin,  Down House. Kent, England.

This is the greenhouse where Darwin grew all those snow peas and developed his theory of Natural Selection, as well as many other experiments.

la-journee:

Man Ray - Unidentified person with Mask, 1930

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #894 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*It’s official, my book, Chasers of the Light, is out! You can order it through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound or Books-A-Million *

sosuperawesome:

Exploding Heads, Andrea Wan
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Exploding Heads, Andrea Wan
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Exploding Heads, Andrea Wan
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Exploding Heads, Andrea Wan
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Exploding Heads, Andrea Wan
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sosuperawesome:

Exploding Heads, Andrea Wan
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sosuperawesome:

Exploding Heads, Andrea Wan

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mdme-x:

sparrek, Protecting solitude

mdme-x:

sparrek, Protecting solitude

inland-delta:

Shiro Kasamatsu, Cat in the garden,1958.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

Text for Tired Eyes:

Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heart
beating and your lungs filling and your legs running long
past when you should have found your way to shuffling off
this mortal coil and starting fresh.  Greet Death running
and jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promises
while she waits to carry you away.  Don’t make her bend or scoop
or hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of your
tired soul.  Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.

Love.  Promise me that you will love.  It will shake your skin
and rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies inside
will threaten to lift your stomach to your throat.  Love.  Don’t 
think of the why or the how of the what if and just love.  When you
think, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t.
Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake from
squeezing so tight.  Love because you cannot not love and
because it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwise
stay that way.  Love because it’s the answer to the question
you’ll start asking one day.  It’s the answer to all the questions
you’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.

nevver:

Paper craft, Elsa Mora
nevver:

Paper craft, Elsa Mora
nevver:

Paper craft, Elsa Mora
nevver:

Paper craft, Elsa Mora

nevver:

Paper craft, Elsa Mora

the-nyc-mind:

"Should I"
by:  Bruno Walpoth
Wood Sculpture
the-nyc-mind:

"Should I"
by:  Bruno Walpoth
Wood Sculpture

the-nyc-mind:

"Should I"

by:  Bruno Walpoth

Wood Sculpture