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.


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

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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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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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