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Sep 15, 2014 / 31 notes
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

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Sep 6, 2014 / 81,370 notes
poisonwasthecure:

detail of An Allegory of the Old and New Testaments by Hans Holbein the Younger ca. 1530
Sep 4, 2014 / 247 notes

poisonwasthecure:

detail of An Allegory of the Old and New Testaments by Hans Holbein the Younger ca. 1530

Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty.
Old Scottish saying (via ancient-serpent)

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Sep 4, 2014 / 15,173 notes
faustyflakes:

Anton Giulio Brignole-Sale on Horseback, Anthony van Dyck, 1627. Detail.
Sep 1, 2014 / 7,121 notes

faustyflakes:

Anton Giulio Brignole-Sale on Horseback, Anthony van Dyck, 1627. Detail.

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Sep 1, 2014 / 6,136 notes

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Pan’s Labyrinth by Santiago Caruso
Aug 31, 2014 / 967 notes

feather-haired:

Pan’s Labyrinth by Santiago Caruso

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Aug 31, 2014 / 914 notes

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By Arantza Sestayo
Aug 31, 2014 / 707 notes
I will allow space for all the feelings my heart holds. I will not cower or hide from myself. It’s okay to feel the ugly messy things. It’s okay to feel the burning brilliance of beauty. It’s okay to feel the soft winds of happiness and the quiet bursts of loneliness. Its okay to feel it all. It’s okay to be myself, all of myself, not just the good.
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Aug 26, 2014

In This Moment - Whore

Loving this song and video

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath  (via sincerely-elenaa)

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