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“Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.” —Rumi (via stay-ocean-minded)

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travelingcolors:

Nicolas Feldmeyer

Swiss architect-cum-artist Nicolas Feldmeyer re-landscapes existing buildings with diametrically aesthetic materials, working into the details of structure to create unexpected spaces and surprising elisions in form. As you see here, he wrapped the columns of University College London’s impressive portico in a meticulous wide weave.

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atraversso:

Nærøyfjord - Norway by Tomasz Furmanek

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“I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.” —Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover (via coyotegold)

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pinkbanks:

Amsterdam Scene

pinkbanks:

Amsterdam Scene

wanderologie-:

Bruges, Belgium

wanderologie-:

Bruges, Belgium

cubebreaker:

In Bruges | Source | Cube Breaker | Follow

cubebreaker:

In Bruges | Source | Cube Breaker | Follow
atraversso:

Bruges Blegium  by Fossfate

atraversso:

Bruges Blegium by Fossfate

sickpage:

David Alan Harvey

sickpage:

David Alan Harvey

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iahfy:

This song is so beautiful it sounds like it belongs in the finale

flitterling:

Milky Way over Mount Bromo by Anneliese & Claus Possberg

flitterling:

Milky Way over Mount Bromo by Anneliese & Claus Possberg

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“You can seek the advice of others. Surround yourself with trusted advisors. But in the end the decision is always yours and yours alone.” —Meredith Grey (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“[W]ords evaporate like water in a dish
leaving you with a sense of something meant,
but not the memory of what was said,
or how, or when.
Things stay as they are (call them facts)
even with the names you learn to give them;
poems (you tell yourself) are so many ways
of naming things you’ve seen
once and may not see again,
except for tricks of remembering;
for words forget themselves
and move among the things you cannot name,
and what you know by touch and tact
seems merely a vanishing thing.”
Vinay Dharwadker, from Words and Things” The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poets (Bloodaxe Books, 2009)

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