In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
— Buddha  (via silentnostalgia)

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You can recognize a place by the way it breathes.
— The first line of Curzio Malaparte’s “Six Winds” as translated and adapted by Walter Murch. (via strangerains)

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justbesplendid:

French style

victoriousvocabulary:

GUMUSSERVI

[noun]

Turkish: moonlight shining on the water.

[Ivan Aivazovsky]

2headedsnake:

sophiemunns.blogspot.com

Melissa Manfull - Sphere (2010, ink on paper, 41x51cm)

mertseger:

Divrigi Great Mosque

architectureofdoom:

Space exploration monument, Zhitomir, Ukraine

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tierradentro:

“The Widow’s Prayer”, 1864-65, Frederic Leighton. (via)

asymptotic-silence:

jan švankmajer, {1971}  žvahlav aneb šatičky slaměného huberta

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