August 22, 2014
Every time I see this article pasted in the window of the voodoo priestess Miriam’s temple I’m filled with perplexity and wonder and gladness

Every time I see this article pasted in the window of the voodoo priestess Miriam’s temple I’m filled with perplexity and wonder and gladness

August 22, 2014
hinducosmos:

Eastern Alchemy, Yoga and Tantra 
(via realitysandwich.com)

hinducosmos:

Eastern Alchemy, Yoga and Tantra
(via realitysandwich.com)

August 22, 2014

(Source: marcolinguardo, via iopanosiris)

August 22, 2014
piratedistributing:

Infernal Apparition ~ Paul Lormier 1848

piratedistributing:

Infernal Apparition ~ Paul Lormier 1848

(Source: geisterseher, via iopanosiris)

August 19, 2014
iopanosiris:

Arthur Wardle - A Satyr Resting with Leopards

iopanosiris:

Arthur Wardle - A Satyr Resting with Leopards

August 19, 2014

(Source: afterstasis, via ontheedgeofdarkness)

August 18, 2014
apoetreflects:

“The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.”
—Robinson Jeffers, on the 50th-year anniversary of the poet’s death (January 20, 1962).

apoetreflects:

“The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me
older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.”

—Robinson Jeffers, on the 50th-year anniversary of the poet’s death (January 20, 1962).

August 18, 2014

August 17, 2014
vangeliskyris:

Mara Desipris in VimaDonna (may 2012) from “Angel Of Anarchy”  ”A LA MODE”  styling Calliope Xourafi  photo: v.Kyris 2012

vangeliskyris:

Mara Desipris in VimaDonna (may 2012) from “Angel Of Anarchy”  ”A LA MODE”  styling Calliope Xourafi  photo: v.Kyris 2012

August 16, 2014
"Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught
in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making
sweeps you upward.
Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven’t experienced
this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest
on the dark earth."

Goethe (via feellng)

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August 13, 2014

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August 13, 2014
oliverfranju:

Duane Michals: From the series The Old Man Kills the Minotaur (1976)

oliverfranju:

Duane Michals: From the series The Old Man Kills the Minotaur (1976)

(via ontheedgeofdarkness)

August 13, 2014
williamcrisafi:

Dried flower crown Bill Crisafi
Around my room

williamcrisafi:

Dried flower crown
Bill Crisafi

Around my room

(via bloodmilk)

August 13, 2014
"We believe we have dived to the uttermost depths of the abyss, and yet when we return to the surface, the drop of water on our pallid fingertips no longer resembles the sea from which it came. We think we have discovered a hoard of wonderful treasure-trove, yet when we emerge again into the light of day, we see that all we have brought back with us is false stones and chips of glass. But for all this, the treasure goes on glimmering in the darkness, unchanged."

— Maurice Maeterlinck (via hideback)

August 13, 2014

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