You know what would make this vase better? Painting pictures of orgies on it that’s what.
the Ancient Greeks, probably (via letsboldlygomotherfuckers)

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What do you get when you cross a joke and a rhetorical question?


allmymetaphors:

really nice quote 

allmymetaphors:

really nice quote 

(via child-of-the-universe)


cosmic-rebirth:

Be conscious of media and advertising, as they both have influences over your thought-processes and opinions.

cosmic-rebirth:

Be conscious of media and advertising, as they both have influences over your thought-processes and opinions.


The source of consciousness cannot be an object in consciousness. To know the source is to be the source. When you realize that you are not the person, but the pure and calm witness, and that fearless awareness is your very being, you are the being. It is the source, the inexhaustible Possibility.
Nisargadatta (via theuniverseworks)

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Flow with whatever may happen, and let your mind be free: Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
Chang-tzu (via zentaku)

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arizonanature:

Redington Pass, Tucson 

Home


uutpoetry:

Is Prince George making eyes at bar staff in the White House basement?

Kevin Sharp

Everything is always so
winter these days. 
I remember what it used to be like:
vicodin & violins & vocoders 
that sang castrato 
hymns to the morning.

I’m renting a motorcycle. 
I’m renting the lost & found. 
I’m renting the dandelions 
that burst 
like miniature blizzards 
across their long strips of green.

Burn down the night 
you & I never met. 
We are trees growing out of
buildings & into soft clouds of the 
sky, hooked onto the heart 
of ex-kings.

We are descendants if 
the miracles continue to hold.

art by owlwise12

This

uutpoetry:

Is Prince George making eyes at bar staff in the White House basement?

Kevin Sharp

Everything is always so
winter these days.
I remember what it used to be like:
vicodin & violins & vocoders
that sang castrato
hymns to the morning.

I’m renting a motorcycle.
I’m renting the lost & found.
I’m renting the dandelions
that burst
like miniature blizzards
across their long strips of green.

Burn down the night
you & I never met.
We are trees growing out of
buildings & into soft clouds of the
sky, hooked onto the heart
of ex-kings.

We are descendants if
the miracles continue to hold.

art by owlwise12

This


mariposa-paints:

Mousseron Midnight of Munan Bjørgulfssonfrom MUSH, MUSH, THE SLOPING MIDNIGHT LINE at NATIONALE

mariposa-paints:

Mousseron Midnight of Munan Bjørgulfsson
from MUSH, MUSH, THE SLOPING MIDNIGHT LINE at NATIONALE

(via bornonafullmoon)