1. landscapes-cf:

Landscape.cf
 - Wonderful landscapes every half hour! Beautiful images! 

One more secret and I’ll have to leave.'(12) The spirit drive him out into the wilderness. (13) And he was in the wilderness forty days, being tempted by Satan. And he was with the wild animals, and the angels were ministering to him.'Mark 1:12-13Just like so many others before I’ll simply walk into the wilderness, have a seat and wait for Godot.I’ll enjoy the silence of the desert and think about all of these tiny secrets that in the meantime have piled up to build a mountain high enough to visit the moon afoot.Just kidding.There are only a few things I don’t want to tell but there’s also a major one and I’m craving to reveal.And no one should know it.So I’ll just sit there in the middle of nowhere, gathering my thoughts.Drown in my sadness anddie just like I’ve lived.All alone.

    landscapes-cf:

    Landscape.cf - Wonderful landscapes every half hour! Beautiful images!

    One more secret and I’ll have to leave.

    '(12) The spirit drive him out into the wilderness. (13) And he was in the wilderness forty days, being tempted by Satan. And he was with the wild animals, and the angels were ministering to him.'
    Mark 1:12-13

    Just like so many others before I’ll simply walk into the wilderness, have a seat and wait for Godot.

    I’ll enjoy the silence of the desert and think about all of these tiny secrets that in the meantime have piled up to build a mountain high enough to visit the moon afoot.
    Just kidding.

    There are only a few things I don’t want to tell but there’s also a major one and I’m craving to reveal.
    And no one should know it.

    So I’ll just sit there in the middle of nowhere, gathering my thoughts.

    Drown in my sadness and
    die just like I’ve lived.
    All alone.

    Reblogged from: landscapes-cf
  2. landscapes-cf:

Landscape.cf
 - Wonderful landscapes every half hour! Beautiful images! 

Two things about Paris:'If you are lucky enough to have live in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast.'Ernest Hemingwayand'Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual,'Angela CarterOr as Audrey Hepburn puts it:Paris is always a good idea.

    landscapes-cf:

    Landscape.cf - Wonderful landscapes every half hour! Beautiful images!

    Two things about Paris:

    'If you are lucky enough to have live in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast.'
    Ernest Hemingway

    and

    'Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual,'
    Angela Carter

    Or as Audrey Hepburn puts it:
    Paris is always a good idea.

    Reblogged from: landscapes-cf
  3. What would your book fort look like?I think I’ll buy one of these arm chairs that look like eggs.

    What would your book fort look like?

    I think I’ll buy one of these arm chairs that look like eggs.

    Reblogged from: literatureismyutopia
  4. landscapes-cf:

Landscape.cf
 - Wonderful landscapes every half hour! Beautiful images! 

'In a perfect worldWe’ll see creation come undoneWe’ll see creation come undoneThese bones that bound usWill be goneWe’ll stir our spiritsUntil we’re oneThen soft as shadowsWe’ll become.’Porter Robinson- Sea of Voices -

    landscapes-cf:

    Landscape.cf - Wonderful landscapes every half hour! Beautiful images!

    'In a perfect world
    We’ll see creation come undone
    We’ll see creation come undone
    These bones that bound us
    Will be gone
    We’ll stir our spirits
    Until we’re one
    Then soft as shadows
    We’ll become.’
    Porter Robinson
    - Sea of Voices -

    Reblogged from: landscapes-cf
  5. asylum-art:

    Photo Collages by Rocio Montoya

    artist on tumblr

    'Creativity is a spark.
    It can be excruciating when we are running to rocks together and getting nothing.
    And it can be intensely satisfying when the flame catches and a new idea sweeps around the world.’
    Jonah Lehrer

    Somehow the photo collages remind me of the French folktale of ‘Le Barbe Bleu’ or rather ‘Bluebeard’.
    A former professor of mine told me story but not without explaining the meaning behind it.
    Every person here on earth is just like Bluebeard’s château:
    The seven rooms contain our secrets, everything we don’t want to tell.
    The longer we know someone, however, the easier is it for us to open the locked doors and reveal these secrets hiding in the room.
    But it does not matter how long we know someone, at no time will we ever unlock the last door to our deepest and probably most terrific secret/s.
    This door will remain locked to all eternity and so will our secret.

    Have you ever heard of Salome’s ‘Dance of the Seven Veils’.
    It is the same symbol:
    She undresses six of her veils but never would she take off the last of them - since Salome then would be entirely naked.

    Some things should be left under the veil and these pictures remind me of this fact:
    Sometimes you don’t want to show who you really are, show your true face, so that you hide it, distort your character, act completely different.

    Reblogged from: theversatilist
  6. 'The voice of the seaspeaks to the soul.’Kate Chopin

    'The voice of the sea
    speaks to the soul.’
    Kate Chopin

    Reblogged from: theversatilist
  7. woodendreams:

(by Shuchun Du)

'It is not the mountain that we conquer but ourselves.'Edmund Hillary

    woodendreams:

    (by Shuchun Du)

    'It is not the mountain that we conquer but ourselves.'
    Edmund Hillary

    Reblogged from: woodendreams
  8. 'No water,No life.No blue,No green.’Sylvia Earle

    'No water,
    No life.
    No blue,
    No green.’
    Sylvia Earle

    Reblogged from: vision-aries
  9. ponderation:

"DESERT MAELSTROM" Death Valley National Park by noel casaje 

'Flame you came from meFire meet gasolineFire meet gasolineI’m burning aliveI can barely breatheWhen you’re here loving meFire meet gasolineFire meet gasolineI got all I needWhen you came after meFire meet gasolineI’m burning aliveAnd I can barely breatheWhen you’re here loving meFire meet gasolineBurn with me tonight…’Sia Furler
There is a fire in the sky, it is burning every day and every night. Every night somewhere, even if we cannot see it since this fire determines whether we are to experience the day or the night. The fire is there. And it is in the sky. It exhales its warmth. And we inhale its light.
A sky full of stars and we adore the nearest of them. We worship this one star.
Calling him Ra, Apollo, Helios, Mitra, Utu and so on. Calling it sun.
A professor asked me once:'Do you know why people either say he, the sun or she, the sun?’
I thought it had to do with the deity’s gender. Whether the respective culture thought the solar deity was a man or a woman.
So he told me:'It has to do with the location of the country.In countries, where it is particularly hot, people tend to see the sun as being male since it is dangerous; it burns the land and the people.On the other hand, when people see that the sun is vital for all of us, that it is the reason for life being possible on planet earth; the sun is female.’
[Verse]Do you really have to leave now?It’s all just begun…Day’s dying; and you’re going down.I’ll accompany youJust for the fun.[Inter-Verse]I’ll never let you go againAlbeit, cannot catch youAnd when you take a leaveI’ll take it with[Chorus]You mean the world to meThrow shadows; wanna stay at easeNo matter how keen you’re tryingA ray of light worth dyingI’d cover all the distance to youSince you’re guiding me at dayTravelling at the speed of lightNo flame could keep me away.No flame could keep me away.
[Verse]You colour me in blueSo far afieldClouds darken my hopeMake me want to forfeit(I’ve never) Been given any chancesClimbed my way up to youAnd after coming outFrom the trenches[Inter-Verse]
[Chorus]___
This is a song I’ve just wrote staring at the photo while listening to FKA Twigs - Video Girl.
In case you wonder how he (I) found inspiration for a song about the sun listening to an artist singing about her life as a dancer; I find inspiration in almost everything - something must be terribly wrong in my head and wouldn’t want to change it.

    ponderation:

    "DESERT MAELSTROM" Death Valley National Park by noel casaje

    'Flame you came from me
    Fire meet gasoline
    Fire meet gasoline
    I’m burning alive
    I can barely breathe
    When you’re here loving me
    Fire meet gasoline
    Fire meet gasoline
    I got all I need
    When you came after me
    Fire meet gasoline
    I’m burning alive
    And I can barely breathe
    When you’re here loving me
    Fire meet gasoline
    Burn with me tonight…’
    Sia Furler

    There is a fire in the sky, it is burning every day and every night. Every night somewhere, even if we cannot see it since this fire determines whether we are to experience the day or the night. The fire is there. And it is in the sky. It exhales its warmth. And we inhale its light.

    A sky full of stars and we adore the nearest of them. We worship this one star.

    Calling him Ra, Apollo, Helios, Mitra, Utu and so on. Calling it sun.

    A professor asked me once:
    'Do you know why people either say he, the sun or she, the sun?’

    I thought it had to do with the deity’s gender. Whether the respective culture thought the solar deity was a man or a woman.

    So he told me:
    'It has to do with the location of the country.
    In countries, where it is particularly hot, people tend to see the sun as being male since it is dangerous; it burns the land and the people.
    On the other hand, when people see that the sun is vital for all of us, that it is the reason for life being possible on planet earth; the sun is female.’

    [Verse]
    Do you really have to leave now?
    It’s all just begun…
    Day’s dying; and you’re going down.
    I’ll accompany you
    Just for the fun.

    [Inter-Verse]
    I’ll never let you go again
    Albeit, cannot catch you
    And when you take a leave
    I’ll take it with

    [Chorus]
    You mean the world to me
    Throw shadows; wanna stay at ease
    No matter how keen you’re trying
    A ray of light worth dying
    I’d cover all the distance to you
    Since you’re guiding me at day
    Travelling at the speed of light
    No flame could keep me away.
    No flame could keep me away.

    [Verse]
    You colour me in blue
    So far afield
    Clouds darken my hope
    Make me want to forfeit
    (I’ve never) Been given any chances
    Climbed my way up to you
    And after coming out
    From the trenches

    [Inter-Verse]

    [Chorus]

    ___

    This is a song I’ve just wrote staring at the photo while listening to FKA Twigs - Video Girl.

    In case you wonder how he (I) found inspiration for a song about the sun listening to an artist singing about her life as a dancer; I find inspiration in almost everything - something must be terribly wrong in my head and wouldn’t want to change it.

    Reblogged from: alandwithoutmagikarp
  10. mymodernmet:

    Get lost in these breathtaking images of people finding peace in nature by Vancouver-based photographer Elizabeth Gadd. The 21-year-old photographs her subjects overlooking breathtaking vistas, their backs turned to the camera as they contemplate the stunning landscapes before them.

    'And if you only die once
    I want to die with …
    You got something I need
    In this world full of people
    There is one killing me.
    And if we only die once
    I want to die with you.’
    One Republic

    Yes, the lyrics is also important.
    I have a look at the depth of the meaning, what the song tries/intends to tell me, and not only how deep is the bass of the music.
    ___
    We simply get one chance to live
    Only one life to live
    And there’s only one person
    I’d want to give
    Every second of my life.

    But do you really want to waste it?
    I mean, spend the days with me?
    Share every single moment
    Everything you see
    I can’t dispense with you
    Lying next to me.

    I can clearly remember
    The first time we ever met
    It was that cloudy day in
    September.
    ___

    Reblogged from: theversatilist
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