kx5991:

Four Seasons (1896) — Alphonse Mucha

(Source: karamazove)

Death

kx5991:

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more…

kvoltaire:

shut up at child frida! [via nevverThank God it’s Frida]

(via maikanto)

mormondad:

melancholic-fangirl:

southern-conservatism:

drugsound:

Government is good.

Big Brother is watching you.

The State wants to take care of you.

north Korea scares me to death. the fact that a place like that still exists in modern day. those people are prisoners.

1984 is here and now

this is too 1984 to be real

(Source: deluision, via maikanto)

Those who portray horror, must inhabit it.

I believe the true language of what we have called god is ultimate understanding and forgiveness. I yearn to speak it.

"

I took my power in my hand
And went against the world;
‘T was not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold.


I aimed my pebble, but myself
Was all the one that fell.
Was it Goliath was too large,
Or only I too small?

"

(via lyricsandquotes)

"Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough."

Emily Dickinson (via itsquoted)

"We’d never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky."

Emily Dickinson (via itsquoted)

(Source: pygarr)