IMG_0656 (by Maciek and Aminah)
You will hear thunder and remember me,Anna Akhmatova (via fernsandmoss)
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the color of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Valentino Haute Couture by Deborah Turbeville for Vogue Italia September 2012
MOON MOSAIC — A gorgeous image of the Moon from Noel Carboni via NASA: “No single exposure can easily capture faint stars along with the subtle colors of the Moon. But this dramatic composite view highlights both. The mosaic digitally stitches together fifteen carefully exposed high resolution images of a bright, gibbous Moon and a representative background star field. The fascinating color differences along the lunar surface are real, though highly exaggerated, corresponding to regions with different chemical compositions.” (NASA)
some retired guy in one of my classes said that he didn’t think pictures taken from space were real “because why aren’t there any stars?”
the universe > technology
The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.Joan Didion, Blue Nights (via alighthouseofwords)
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.Franz Kafka (via milkyfangs)
90% of the time all I want to do is lie down on the ground, liquidate, and seep into the earth.
i just saw this
what a movie
The girl who offers us the plucked fruits is more than the Nature which directly provides them…because she sums all this up in a higher mode, in the gleam of her self-conscious eye and in the gesture with which she offers them.Hegel, The Phenomenology of Spirit (via copiousamountsofdialectics)
STERLING RUBY // ALABASTER SR11-61/ Acrylic/ 44.75 x 83.75 x 2.5 inches/ 2011