vladrodriguez:


”You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You‘re the same decaying organic matter as everything else” by Vlad Rodriguez Buy in http://vladrodriguez.bigcartel.com/
secretcinema1:

El Jaleo, 1880, John Singer Sargent
‘El Jaleo is about ecstasy. It celebrates the Dionysiac urge, a visceral joy in movement and music. If you added up all the nudes painted by American artists before this, they wouldn’t amount to a tenth of El Jaleo’s erotic charge. The title means the rush of spontaneous clapping, finger-snapping, and oles that flamenceros break into to encourage the single dancer. Her figure dominates the painting: leaning back in abandon, the chaotic silver mass of her skirt disciplined above by the precise right angle of her arms, the left hand stabbing out like a snake’s head, the foot stamping imperiously. One the left a group of three men in black, two hunched over their guitars, the third rasping out the syllables of the cante jondo with his eyes closed and head thrown back, his open mouth a brilliantly Goyesque sight…’  
suicideblonde:

Peter Dinklage photographed by Peter Yang for Rolling Stone, June 9, 2011
harrietvane:

How do you pronounce HNNNNGGGG? Wait. Never mind. 

The Un-zen Yogi: The Eight limbs

kissmyasana:

The Eight Limbs

Patanjali’s eight-fold path offers guidelines for a meaningful and purposeful life.

By Mara Carrico

In Patanjali’s Yoga Sutra, the eightfold path is called ashtanga, which literally means “eight limbs” (ashta=eight, anga=limb). These eight steps basically act…

kissmyasana:

life.
kissmyasana:

yoga hands.

kissmyasana:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;

and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you here

is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

~ee cummings