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sciencefictiongallery:

Ciruelo Cabral - Intelligent Life

sciencefictiongallery:

Ciruelo Cabral - Intelligent Life

— 4 days ago with 43 notes
"You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood."
Junot Díaz (via ukitai)

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sciencefictiongallery:

Jack Gaughan - Raiders from the Rings, 1963.

sciencefictiongallery:

Jack Gaughan - Raiders from the Rings, 1963.

— 4 days ago with 59 notes
I’m going to be honest with you reader, I took 4 photos and decided to upload this. Not that it matters, but in case you find yourself wondering one day if people take more than 1 photo to upload to internet. Yes, certainly I do! Now Cohen’s ringing in my mind, 12 midnight and surprise, I have more work to do. All I want to do is journal. 
Nightingale (A verse by L. Cohen)
"Fare thee well my nightingaleI lived but to be near youThough you are singing somewhereI can no longer hear you”

I’m going to be honest with you reader, I took 4 photos and decided to upload this. Not that it matters, but in case you find yourself wondering one day if people take more than 1 photo to upload to internet. Yes, certainly I do! Now Cohen’s ringing in my mind, 12 midnight and surprise, I have more work to do. All I want to do is journal. 

Nightingale (A verse by L. Cohen)

"Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Though you are singing somewhere
I can no longer hear you”

— 6 days ago with 2 notes
red-lipstick:

Jan De Maesschalck (b. 1958, St-Gillis-Waas, Belgium) - Untitled, 1998 Paintings: Acrylics on Paper

red-lipstick:

Jan De Maesschalck (b. 1958, St-Gillis-Waas, Belgium) - Untitled, 1998 Paintings: Acrylics on Paper

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— 6 days ago with 796 notes
"I wish I could tell you this every morning you awake; that you are enough. That you are an intricate, vibrant life. That every soft breath from your lips, and every timid heartbeat, is precious and beautiful."
— 6 days ago with 1592 notes

scramy:

Found a cure for loneliness I’m forever immune
Stuck in my walk and in my head and I hum her tune
Yep she got rhythm, it’s right
Some things don’t need words
You know you’re living
When it all becomes a blur
Can’t be explained and there ain’t no reason to
Something strange just takes over you
One million lovers to choose from but none like her,
The only one for sure

— 6 days ago with 1 note
scramy:

Manjusri by Mayumi Oda
The perfect wisdom of the Bodhisattva. 

scramy:

Manjusri by Mayumi Oda

The perfect wisdom of the Bodhisattva. 

— 6 days ago with 1 note
Wise banana man

Strange fellow
Thick, wrinkled;
pale and yellow.
I wish for him
to peel before me,
his tough skin; to see
his naked, wrinkled body; to palpate
his wise old heart. But
to my surprise when he
peeled before me, his heart did not
beat and our eyes did not meet. Just
the slight slime I could feel at my 
fingertips. I dared not ask.

— 6 days ago
#poem 

I thought that you would burn my palm; 
I longed to touch you. But
You melted 
Before me, at the whim of
My hand connecting with
Your body. Your spirit
Rained so I turned my palm
Upside down to cup you.

— 6 days ago with 1 note
#poem 

owlturdcomix:

What you can, with what you have.

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