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pdx//phx. 20. He/him/his. Studying Mathematics and Economics at Reed College. A space for defining an 'aesthetic' of 'self. Definitions of the former and latter terms are still pending.

“This world’s existence is one night long. There’s a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.”

—   Rumi (via thecalminside)

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bhlack:

glow blog

bhlack:

glow blog

fiore-rosso:

Cameron Robbins.
http://cameronrobbins.com/
musts:

© Kamil Ghais
Pec pod Sněžkou, Královéhradecký, Czech Republic

musts:

© Kamil Ghais

Pec pod Sněžkou, Královéhradecký, Czech Republic

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“Silence said:
truth needs no eloquence.
After the death of the horseman,
the homeward-bound horse
says everything
without saying anything.”

—   Mourid Barghouti (via honeyandelixir)

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biscodeja-vu:

I basically came off my dry tumblr spell to share this beautiful picture with you all today. It is easy to wear our labels, our past failures, to feel a victim to the obstacles of life which drain on our precious energy-but know that is not you, but garments of conditioning. Strip free, pour into yourself love and let it rest on your tongue when you share whatever sweeps through your mind. Clean yourself of judgement. In physical and spiritual form you are an eternal gift, an ancient gathering of exotic elements that is blessed with consciousness, and therefore blessed to tell, dance, transform each moment into a story. The universe is as wise as these myths which we leak into the soil, peaks and vast skies. Be well friends, and do not let any unconscious illusions steal you of your grace.
Desert Spirits by Spencer Tunick

biscodeja-vu:

I basically came off my dry tumblr spell to share this beautiful picture with you all today. It is easy to wear our labels, our past failures, to feel a victim to the obstacles of life which drain on our precious energy-but know that is not you, but garments of conditioning. Strip free, pour into yourself love and let it rest on your tongue when you share whatever sweeps through your mind. Clean yourself of judgement. In physical and spiritual form you are an eternal gift, an ancient gathering of exotic elements that is blessed with consciousness, and therefore blessed to tell, dance, transform each moment into a story. The universe is as wise as these myths which we leak into the soil, peaks and vast skies. Be well friends, and do not let any unconscious illusions steal you of your grace.

Desert Spirits by Spencer Tunick

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alcrego:

Thinking of Thinking of Thinking of Thinking….

alcrego:

Thinking of Thinking of Thinking of Thinking….

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musts:

© kuronyanco