We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
E. E. Cummings
1 week ago
reblogged from giuu
ILL
I’m getting bored of being sick now.
To start with it was bearable and probably even slightly funny, but now I’ve had enough. I hate how my nose is blocked and I can only breathe through my mouth, and only then between coughing fits. My skin feels like the beginning of pins and needles every time something touches it. My throat feels dusty, my saliva is sticky and slimy at the same time, and my nose is just a mass of cobwebbed mucus.
Oh well.
The true work of art is born from the Artist: a mysterious, enigmatic, and mystical creation. It detaches itself from him, it acquires an autonomous life, becomes a personality, an independent subject, animated with a spiritual breath, the living subject of a real existence of being.
Wassily Kandinsky
1 week ago
reblogged from tiffanyhoran
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37 plays
Well Now by Jesse Rose.
1 week ago
reblogged from giuu
Watch: Time lapse video of sea stars (formerly known as starfish) devouring a baby seal.
This is fucking amazing. I love this series.
1 week ago
reblogged from atomische
Doe, a deer, a female deer.
Maria in The Sound of Music
