(Source: antisquared)

ohthereyouare:

Old Town Cemetery, Stirling by jaipsiepie

officialtokyosan:

benigoat:

Press B to crouch.

This is a sneaking mission.

officialtokyosan:

benigoat:

Press B to crouch.

This is a sneaking mission.

And above all no more object. Ecstasy is not love: love is possession for which the object is necessary, and at the same time possession of the subject, possessed by it. There is no longer subject-object, but a ‘yawning gap’ between the one and the other and, in the gap, the subject, the object are dissolved; there is passage, communication, but not from one to the other: the one and the other have lost their separate existence.

Georges Bataille, Inner Experience (via 1109-83)
invisiblestories:

Scale

First things first, I’m the realest

René Descartes (via soycrates)

Examine the lives of the best and most fruitful people and peoples and ask yourselves whether a tree that is supposed to grow to a proud height can dispense with bad weather and storms; whether misfortune and external resistance, some kinds of hatred, jealousy, stubbornness, mistrust, hardness, avarice, and violence do not belong among the favorable conditions without which any great growth even of virtue is scarcely possible.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Happy Birthday Nietzsche (10/15)!

(via sisyphean-revolt)

shitshilarious:

there is nothing theoretical about the cold blood in that flows through Stephen Hawking

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

woodendreams:

The Bernese Oberland, canton of Bern, Switzerland (by Axel Polt)

woodendreams:

The Bernese Oberland, canton of Bern, Switzerland (by Axel Polt)

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