
Thinking about nebulas and galaxies outside of our world on Earth blows my mind. This is so beautiful.

Thinking about nebulas and galaxies outside of our world on Earth blows my mind. This is so beautiful.
“We will never fully understand the universe. We are born into the barriers of our own reality. We are conditioned from the moment we are conceived, to think within human limitations. Our minds will never fully grasp the worlds outside our own because we began here and we will end here. We are limited by our senses and our creations, we are limited by our technology and our simple thoughts. There are so many things outside of our realm of imagination that exist, and we cannot even fathom them because we are so limited. All we have in common with the rest of the universe is mathematics, but even then it is thought to vary. Math and time, which seem so reliable to us, can be distorted and thrown into pieces in a black hole. What if a black hole swallowed us alive and time no longer existed, but we kept living like it did. Time is a human invention, we use clocks and stop watches to measure something that doesn’t even exist. What if time doesn’t exist at all, but we die any how because we kill ourselves. What if a man who lived outside of human nature lived forever? But the moment he made contact with man, he would fall dead to his knees? What if all of our laws of nature were wrong? It seems foolish that the laws for our one little solar system would apply to the endless reaches of space. (We know more about outer space than our own ocean). I just like to think sometimes, that nothing exists but us, and we create ourselves and we destroy ourselves. There is no such thing as change, it is a human invention. And that we will be our own demise. Human nature is a virus and it spreads like wild fire, eating away at us until we die out like a small flame. We destroy ourselves.”
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I find this song to be so haunting. Her voice somehow makes me want to cry. Wow.
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Anatoly Zenkov
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To me there is no God, existence is enough unto itself. And a deep feeling of gratitude towards existence is what I mean by religiousness.
Osho (via solongoldbean) (via yourwonderingmind)
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I freaking love Meryl Streep. In my opinion, she is such a goddess.
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As my “Day 5 Challenge,” I have to post my favorite quote. I feel as though this is impossible for me, because I am attracted to different quotes depending on my mood or stage in life. People have written and spoken so many inspiring things throughout history, many of which seem to describe exactly what I feel in my soul. This Ralph Waldo Emerson saying is simple, but it includes the three things that I find completely essential for my happiness. To be able to do that in such a short quote is beautiful.
The strange pinkish-orange glow during the sunset after a storm, the fleeting glimpse of a tattoo on an attractive guy in professional attire, freshly painted hot pink toenails, the joy of becoming such a “regular” at a coffee shop that the guys make your favorite drink without asking you, artisan cheese on a piece of baguette with honey and fig sauce, the calm of a secluded tropical beach at night, the fondness of feeling “at home” with someone, crystal clear ocean water, satisfying your most indulgent food craving, the stunning array of colors and tones one can see when looking at nature, the few seconds of passion you feel when you lock eyes with an intriguing stranger… these things are all part of what makes life beautiful, worth living.
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“Saudade: a Portuguese and Galician word for a feeling of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which has been lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never really return. It was once described as ‘the love that remains’ or ‘the love that stays’ after someone is gone.”
Reading this definition broke my heart a bit and left me with a feeling of saudade for a variety of people and memories from the past.
I just started a photoblog called “portrait lust.” It’s in the early stages, but check it out! The blog is dedicated purely to portraits of people that I find beautiful or intriguing. Recommend ;]
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.
holy shit
Terrifying and hilarious all at the same time… I didn’t know the two could coincide so well