all these ghost towns

nicoonmars: Bruno Munari “Showing the air” 1969

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 16:00:54 +0800

Bruno Munari “Showing the air” 1969

"She realized for the first time that two people can never reach each other’s deepest feelings and..."

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 12:00:36 +0800

“She realized for the first time that two people can never reach each other’s deepest feelings and instincts, that they spend their lives side by side, linked it may be, but not mingled, and that each one’s inmost being must go through life eternally alone.”

- Guy de Maupassant (via cartographe)

respectthearchitect: ewa wladymiruk by (???)

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 08:01:28 +0800

respectthearchitect:

ewa wladymiruk by (???)

blue-voids: Linda Alterwitz - While I Am Still: In-Sight,...

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 04:01:57 +0800

blue-voids:

Linda Alterwitz - While I Am Still: In-Sight, 2012

“In these photographs, images of the human body derived from medical PET scans are woven with landscapes and with images of fabrics, revealing ethereal figures in a raw and vulnerable state. The mind, wrestling with sadness, fear, and hope, retreats to a safe refuge. Alterwitz brings insight and awareness to the struggle and the resulting withdrawal of the inner mind. What remains is the unearthed soul desperately searching for a place of sanctuary.”

Photo

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 20:01:35 +0800

mesmerisme: untitled by Aleyn Comprendio on Flickr.

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 16:00:58 +0800

mesmerisme:

untitled by Aleyn Comprendio on Flickr.

1000scientists: Anna Paula Guerra

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 08:01:26 +0800

1000scientists:

Anna Paula Guerra

Photo

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 04:02:23 +0800

mpdrolet: Gabor Somoskői

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:01:27 +0800

mpdrolet:

Gabor Somoskői

i am running into a new year

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 16:00:51 +0800

rabbit-light:

i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen and
twentysix and thirtysix
even thirtysix but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me

Lucille Clifton

Thank you forever to iatrogenicmyth.

inneroptics: suzanne opton

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:00:35 +0800

inneroptics:

suzanne opton

lemonlillye: A species of solitary mason bees that make larvae...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 08:01:09 +0800

lemonlillye:

A species of solitary mason bees that make larvae nests from flower petals.

foxmouth: Never Closer Than Now Recent two-dimensional mixed...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:02:07 +0800

foxmouth:

Never Closer Than Now

Recent two-dimensional mixed media and digital artwork

2012-13

Chad Wys | Behance | Tumblr

Photo

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:01:20 +0800

1000scientists: Catenoir

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 16:00:49 +0800

1000scientists:

Catenoir

mpdrolet: Colorado Mark Peter Drolet

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:00:59 +0800

mpdrolet:

Colorado

Mark Peter Drolet

That moment I felt like I was standing on some precipice and you told me speak but the mouths on my...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 09:00:00 +0800

That moment I felt like I was standing

on some precipice and

you told me

speak

but the mouths on my arms had

spoken for me and

I could only barely smile

wide-eyed, mute; watching

you with your eyes downcast, heart heavy

I wish I had told you

speak

these are things that can be spoken of

these are mouths that have not

drunk the waters of

the river Lethe, I wish

I had told you

I am not embarrassed

perhaps

we are all Kerouac’s fabulous roman candles or

perhaps we are ourselves suns,

spontaneously combusting, violently

imploding with the forcefulness of

our own existence; perhaps

it is destructive in itself to live but

we live anyway

I wish I had told you

I am no longer that person;

she who hoarded secret things in her arms, she

who guarded her heart with the

zealousness of a spurned lover,

no; now I wish only for my

heart to be broken, broken up and

given away to whosoever should want it,

pressed firmly into the

palms of every person I should meet, flung

to the far dark reaches of the Earth;

perhaps

it is destructive in itself to love but

we love anyway

love that does not merely speak but

shouts itself hoarse;

life that dances, exuberant

on the edge of every

precipice.

lightfeathers: Marble Cake - Emily Meuleman by Nicole Maria...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 08:00:59 +0800

lightfeathers:

Marble Cake - Emily Meuleman by Nicole Maria Winkler

Photo

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 04:01:39 +0800

deusch: Guinevere van Seenus photographed by Paolo Roversi for...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 20:01:09 +0800

deusch:

Guinevere van Seenus photographed by Paolo Roversi for the photobook entitled Nudi (1999), in which he explored the ‘mystical’ side of nudity.