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loveandother4-letterwords:

”Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

loveandother4-letterwords:

”Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

(Source : annantan, via sexy-but-not-porn)

erospainter:

"Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power. If you realize that you have enough, you are truly rich." — Laozi (Tao Te Ching)

erospainter:

"Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power. If you realize that you have enough, you are truly rich." 
— Laozi (Tao Te Ching)

erospainter:

You who never arrivedin my arms, Beloved, who were lostfrom the start,I don’t even know what songswould please you. I have given up tryingto recognize you in the surging wave ofthe next moment. All the immenseimages in me — the far-off, deeply-feltlandscape, cities, towers, and bridges, andunsuspected turns in the path,and those powerful lands that were oncepulsing with the life of the gods—all rise within me to meanyou, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are allthe gardens I have ever gazed at,longing. An open windowin a country house—, and you almoststepped out, pensive, to meet me.Streets that I chanced upon,—you had just walked down them and vanished.And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrorswere still dizzy with your presence and,startled, gave back my too-sudden image.Who knows? Perhaps the samebird echoed through both of usyesterday, separate, in the evening… –Rainer Maria Rilke, “You Who Never Arrived”

erospainter:

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me — the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods—
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house—, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,—
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening… 
–Rainer Maria Rilke, “You Who Never Arrived”

derekwoodsphotography:

The most important meal of the day.
Julie. LA. 2014.

derekwoodsphotography:

The most important meal of the day.

Julie. LA. 2014.

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zeezrom:

In the Circus, 1918
Boris Grigoriev

zeezrom:

In the Circus, 1918

Boris Grigoriev

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