1. Notes: 2 / 1 day ago 
    "They call us now.
    Before they drop the bombs.
    The phone rings
    and someone who knows my first name
    calls and says in perfect Arabic
    “This is David.”
    And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
    still smashing around in my head
    I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
    They call us now to say
    You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
    Your house is next.
    They think of it as some kind of
    war time courtesy.
    It doesn’t matter that
    there is nowhere to run to.
    It means nothing that the borders are closed
    and your papers are worthless
    and mark you only for a life sentence
    in this prison by the sea
    and the alleyways are narrow
    and there are more human lives
    packed one against the other
    more than any other place on earth
    Just run.
    We aren’t trying to kill you.
    It doesn’t matter that
    you can’t call us back to tell us
    the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
    that there’s no one here
    except you and your children
    who were cheering for Argentina
    sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
    counting candles left in case the power goes out.
    It doesn’t matter that you have children.
    You live in the wrong place
    and now is your chance to run
    to nowhere.
    It doesn’t matter
    that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
    to find your wedding album
    or your son’s favorite blanket
    or your daughter’s almost completed college application
    or your shoes
    or to gather everyone in the house.
    It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
    It doesn’t matter who you are
    Prove you’re human.
    Prove you stand on two legs.
    - Running Orders, by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
  2. Notes: 1194 / 2 days ago  from skeptikhaleesi (originally from observando)
    "Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they’ll make your soul impervious to the world’s soft decay."
    - Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via observando)
  3. 2 days ago 
    "La montée vers l’échafaud, l’ascension en plein ciel, l’imagination pouvait s’y raccrocher. Tandis que, là encore, la mécanique écrasait tout : on était tué discrètement, avec un peu de honte et beaucoup de précision."
    - Albert Camus, L’étranger
  4. Notes: 45 / 1 week ago  from heitormagno
  5. Notes: 277121 / 1 week ago  from ladyef (originally from itscolossal)

    (Source: really-shit)

  6. Notes: 29 / 1 week ago  from heitormagno
  7. Notes: 404 / 1 week ago  from agnes-cecile


    frail lull - speed painting

  8. Notes: 184 / 1 week ago  from quote--un-quote
    "Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?"
    - Mary Oliver (via quote—un-quote)
  9. Notes: 302976 / 1 week ago  from why-the-caged-bird-sings (originally from urhajos)


    i always reblog this, it’s so fucking gooood

    (Source: urhajos)

  10. Notes: 45 / 1 week ago  from heitormagno
  11. Notes: 12296 / 2 weeks ago  from asylum-art


     Fantasy Wire Fairy Sculptures by Robin Wight

  12. Notes: 65 / 2 weeks ago  from tumblropenarts

Artist Name: ”oppositum” by Eliška Kováčiková (combination of printmake - techniques - most of aquatint)
Tumblr:  http://eliskakovacikova.tumblr.com/


    Artist Name: ”oppositum” by Eliška Kováčiková (combination of printmake - techniques - most of aquatint)

    Tumblr:  http://eliskakovacikova.tumblr.com/

  13. Notes: 1107 / 2 weeks ago  from actegratuit


    Milano’s Profiles: Photos by Francesco Paleari

  14. Notes: 1538 / 2 weeks ago  from softerworld

A Softer World: 1129
(there’s meaning as long as there’s someone to need it)
buy this print


    A Softer World: 1129

    (there’s meaning as long as there’s someone to need it)

    buy this print

  15. Notes: 2121 / 2 weeks ago  from darksilenceinsuburbia (originally from actegratuit)
A house of leaves

moments before the wind.