The Digital Broom Cupboard

theantidote:

Cafézinho (by Dimitry Gobbo)
Sao Paulo, Brazil

theantidote:

Cafézinho (by Dimitry Gobbo)

Sao Paulo, Brazil

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editevening:

Iris Van Herpen

editevening:

Iris Van Herpen

(Source: vaavaaavoom, via sycamore)

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cofftea:

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. ~ Khalil Gibran (by R. E. ~)

cofftea:

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. ~ Khalil Gibran (by R. E. ~)

(via yellowblog)

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classicwoodie:

Good on All Woodies.

classicwoodie:

Good on All Woodies.

(Source: 21studs)

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acqua-di-fiori:

By David Galchutt

acqua-di-fiori:

By David Galchutt

(via yama-bato)

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theantidote:


“On My Way Home” - by Ryuichi Tamura
I should never have learned wordshow much better off I’d beif I lived in a world where meanings didn’t matter,the world with no wordsIf beautiful words take revenge against youit’s none of my concernIf quiet meanings make you bleedit also is none of my concernThe tears in your gentle eyesthe pain that drips from your silent tongue –I’d simply gaze at them and walk awayif our world had no wordsIn your tearsis there meaning like the core of a fruit?In a drop of your bloodis there a shimmering resonance of the evening glowof this world’s sunset?I should never have learned wordsSimply because I know Japanese and bits of a foreign tongueI stand still inside your tears I come back alone into your blood
______________
“Castle”

(via quantumreverie:)

theantidote:

“On My Way Home” - by Ryuichi Tamura

I should never have learned words
how much better off I’d be
if I lived in a world
where meanings didn’t matter,
the world with no words

If beautiful words take revenge against you
it’s none of my concern
If quiet meanings make you bleed
it also is none of my concern

The tears in your gentle eyes
the pain that drips from your silent tongue –
I’d simply gaze at them and walk away
if our world had no words

In your tears
is there meaning like the core of a fruit?
In a drop of your blood
is there a shimmering resonance of the evening glow
of this world’s sunset?

I should never have learned words
Simply because I know Japanese and bits of a foreign tongue
I stand still inside your tears
I come back alone into your blood

______________

“Castle”

(via quantumreverie:)

13 May 2013 reblog: quantumreverie


mountainhousestudios:

‘The Fire Giver’
Margaret Baucom

mountainhousestudios:

‘The Fire Giver’

Margaret Baucom

(via akapearlofagirl)

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thestolencaryatid:

The women of Souli, according to folklore, collectively jumped from the cliff of Zaloggo to avoid the Ottoman Turkish army. Their politicization of suicide still haunts the Greek social imaginary.

thestolencaryatid:

The women of Souli, according to folklore, collectively jumped from the cliff of Zaloggo to avoid the Ottoman Turkish army. Their politicization of suicide still haunts the Greek social imaginary.

(via balkangirl)

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