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Apr 22, 2014 / 1,487 notes

fuckyeahforensics:

François Robert spent hundreds of hours to create this work of art called Stop The Violence. He bought a human skeleton in the mid 90s during an auction of a former school.

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hoodoothatvoodoo:

Nishimura Hodo
'Poppies'
1954
Apr 19, 2014 / 1,550 notes

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Nishimura Hodo

'Poppies'

1954

magictransistor:

Tláloc [Nahuatl]; ‘He Who Makes Things Sprout’ (Anales de Tlatelolco), Teotihuacán.
Apr 19, 2014 / 307 notes

magictransistor:

Tláloc [Nahuatl]; ‘He Who Makes Things Sprout’ (Anales de Tlatelolco), Teotihuacán.

(via greetingsfrombeyond)

magictransistor:

Aztec Codex
Apr 19, 2014 / 231 notes
manufactoriel:

Cuba 1993, René Burri
Apr 19, 2014 / 1,236 notes

manufactoriel:

Cuba 1993, René Burri

fernsandmoss:

A depiction of an Ayahuasca experience by Peruvian artist Pablo Amaringo
Apr 19, 2014 / 290 notes

fernsandmoss:

A depiction of an Ayahuasca experience by Peruvian artist Pablo Amaringo

(via pressedreverie)

Apr 17, 2014

To commit to love is fundamentally to commit to a life beyond dualism. That’s why love is so sacred in a culture of domination, because it simply begins to erode your dualisms: dualisms of black and white, male and female, right and wrong. —bell hooks here

artesens:

Poplars in May, 1916
Charles Burchfield
Apr 17, 2014 / 151 notes

artesens:

Poplars in May, 1916

Charles Burchfield

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Apr 16, 2014 / 4,627 notes

hellboundwitch:

The Moon, The Star & The Sun from the Tarocchi delle Origini.

(via cainifr)

every day they want you to shrink:

fit here, in my palm, in my shadow, don’t be bigger than my idea of you, don’t be more beautiful than i can accept, don’t be more human than i am willing to allow you to be and be quiet, you’re too loud, even your unbelonging is loud. quiet your dreams, your voice, your hair, quiet your skin, quiet your displacement, quiet your longing, your colour, quiet your walk, your eyes. who said you could look at me like that? who said you could exist without permission? why are you even here? why aren’t you shrinking? i think of you often. you vibrate. you walk into a room and the temperature changes. i lean in and almost recognise you as human. but, no. we can’t have that.

Warsan Shire, Be Small For Me. (via sunchildmoonlover)
Apr 16, 2014 / 1,307 notes