IntiWasi

Christened as Kevin Leonardo, but Eye am naught but a speck of pollen as the golden sun swimming within the tigress of lunacy we call the universe. And so are you. my beloved flower.
IntiWasi - the House of the Sun
Where the worship of the Goddess manifests. Where her children lost in madness confess through the visions of an alchemical dream.

For the heron dwellng within my tranquil swamp of lunacy told me so.

Move dem golden teeth and toes you vagabonds, heathen, und tamarind fiends! For Eye dwell as a heron in my tranquil swamp of lunacy. Mine sprouting heart wrapped on a leaf is heard from the ochre frogs announcing rowdy, the endlessly chant the solar dance within my flowering belly, leafless chest, and muddy feet.

And thus we shall as one be scorched by the breath of the sun.
Pleure de joie, jasmine tasting dewdrops in these swamps.

zeroing:

Bobbie Burgers

red-lipstick:

Shirin Neshat (Iranian, b. 1957, Qazvin, Iran) - Unveiling series (Ink on Photographs), 1993-1997

(Source: woutervanheiningen.wordpress.com, via cats-and-cardigans)

outsh:

Cy Twombly

(via yungsumac)

Moonlit persimmon dweller of mine leafless branches has it seen.

Moonlit persimmon dweller of mine leafless branches has it seen.

“Karl Marx did not invent or found socialism…he just discovered it…We call in America the laws of gravity, Newton’s Laws but Newton cannot invent that a body falls at 32 feet per second squared. Marx cannot invent where capital oppresses labor that labor will rise up and overthrow capital.”

—   Kwame Ture, responding to the oft-cited claim that socialism is a product of Europe and Eurocentric thought  (via lawa7di)

(Source: mansplainedmarxist, via yungsumac)

celiajart:

more from the arboretum

noahadler:

The Lovers. Rene Magritte, 1928

noahadler:

The Lovers. Rene Magritte, 1928

(via fukozawa)

brocklefferts:

Peaches.
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brocklefferts:

Peaches.

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“Sans toi, les émotions d’aujourd hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d’autrefois”

—   "Without you, today’s emotions will only be the dead skin of yesterday’s emotions"

Must be a garment Eye may tear of mine own skin.
historical-paintings:

François Boucher, Young Woman with a Bouquet of RosesOil on canvas / 22.01 x 18.50 inches
+ Closer

historical-paintings:

François Boucher, Young Woman with a Bouquet of Roses
Oil on canvas / 22.01 x 18.50 inches

+ Closer

(via dahjia)

"SAID A SHEET OF SNOW-WHITE PAPER…" Khalil Gibran

SAID A SHEET of snow-white paper, “Pure was I created and pure will I remain for ever. I would rather be burnt and turn to white ashes than suffer darkness to touch me or the unclean to come near me.”

The ink-bottle heard what the paper was saying, and it laughed in its dark heart; but it never dared to approach her. 
And the multicolored pencils heard her also, and they too never came near her.

And the snow-white sheet of paper did remain pure and chaste for ever - pure and chaste - and empty.

From The Forerunner by Khalil Gibran

(Source: deereye, via sombhatt)

transparent-flowers:

"Khedive" Papaver orientale. Oriental Poppy. (x).

transparent-flowers:

"Khedive" Papaver orientale. Oriental Poppy. (x).

(via dahjia)

intoxicated25:

I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid.