Lone Companion
Your resistance to change is your fear of the death of who you think you are. Actually, change destroys who you are not, so who you are can emerge.
P. Rengel (via panatmansam)
sekigan:

horror in the darkness | Something Wicked This Way Comes | Pinterest
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
Rabindranath Tagore (via panatmansam)
panatmansam:

etherealvistas: by peterspencer49
transparasite:

Max Ernst - Loplop Introduces Loplop. 1930."Loplop is the name of a birdlike character featured in prints, collages and paintings by artist Max Ernst. Loplop was an alter ego which Ernst developed and functioned as a familiar animal.Loplop first appeared in Ernst’s collage novels La Femme 100 Têtes and Une Semaine de Bonté in the role of a narrator and commentator.”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loplop
If you have a Weasyl account, I found out about this due to: https://www.weasyl.com/submission/717526/loplop-rises

transparasite:

Max Ernst - Loplop Introduces Loplop. 1930.

"Loplop is the name of a birdlike character featured in prints, collages and paintings by artist Max Ernst. Loplop was an alter ego which Ernst developed and functioned as a familiar animal.

Loplop first appeared in Ernst’s collage novels La Femme 100 Têtes and Une Semaine de Bonté in the role of a narrator and commentator.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loplop

If you have a Weasyl account, I found out about this due to: https://www.weasyl.com/submission/717526/loplop-rises

panatmansam:

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The Masks of God, Primitive Mythology. The First of Joseph Campbell’s multi-part volumes on myth and legends. 

Read it or download the PDF free here

panatmansam:

travelthisworld:  by Beau Rogers
I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do.

i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)

this is fucking beautiful

(via xrecklessintentions)

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
John Muir (via cosmic-rebirth)

thespiritfox:

We lost Earl Ragnar, our favorite Beta fish. 

& we were sure to give him a viking’s funeral as such a magnificent fish as he deserves. 

See you in Valhalla my friend. 

Sail, Ragnar. Sail. 

nirmography:

new day new life by meran_lm

nirmography:

new day new life by meran_lm