evey-dances:

“ABOVE me are the Alps, The palaces of nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche,—the thunderbolt of snow! All that expands the spirit, yet appalls, Gathers around these summits, as to show How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.”
 Lord Byron - « Morat », Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 1818.

evey-dances:

“ABOVE me are the Alps,
The palaces of nature, whose vast walls
Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
And throned eternity in icy halls
Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
The avalanche,—the thunderbolt of snow!
All that expands the spirit, yet appalls,
Gathers around these summits, as to show
How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.”

 Lord Byron - « Morat », Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 1818.

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jamas-rendirse:

via lattea - milky way (por bent.72)

jamas-rendirse:

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May the stars carry your sadness away, May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, May hope forever wipe away your tears, And, above all, may silence make you strong.

Chief Dan George (via thecalminside)

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buddhabe:

inksociety:

Wheel of Dharma by Jondix

Dharmachakra

buddhabe:

inksociety:

Wheel of Dharma by Jondix

Dharmachakra

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feather-haired:

The Selkie by Kitty-Grimm
I'm in a hurry right now.

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valeriemanne:

Untitled by Valerie Manne on Flickr.

nubbsgalore:

the bioluminescent noctiluca scintillans — an algae known otherwise as sea sparkle — of australia’s jervis bay. photos by (click pic) andy hutchinson, joanne paquette and naomi paquette. see also: more bioluminescence posts)

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Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.

Iyanla Vanzan (via psych-facts)

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