Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.

My treasure chest of dreams and wild things. None of these pictures are mine, unless otherwise specified.

unhistorical:

Detail of the celestial globe from The Ambassadors (1533), Hans Holbein the Younger

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mentisetcordis:

Thanks, Dad.

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My soul comes from better worlds, and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

Nikos Kazantzakis (via elvensoul)

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awkwardsituationist:

spring night — one hour worth
a thousand gold coins;
clear scent of flowers,
shadowy moon.
songs and flutes upstairs — threads of sound;
in the garden, a swing,
where night is deep and still.

su tung-p’o (1037-1101ce)

photos by atomiczen in new zealand’s lake tekapo and tazmania’s cradle mountain

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Philosophy is not the reflection of a pre-existing truth, but, like art, the act of bringing truth into being. […] True philosophy consists in relearning to look at the world, and in this sense a historical account can give meaning to the world quite as ‘deeply’ as a philosophical treatise. We take our fate in our hands, we become responsible for our history through reflection, but equally by a decision on which we stake our life, and in both cases what is involved is a violent act which is validated by being preformed.

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception
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I love
to lose myself for a while.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Der Einsame (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Tolkien Illustrations by Donato Giancola

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