darksilenceinsuburbia:

Toru Oshima. Cubes - from the ‘cubes’ series 2011.

oshima studio tokyo

(via 7knotwind)

quotevadis:

“The true man sees what the eye sees, and does not add to it something that is not there. He hears what the ears hear, and does not detect imaginary undertones or overtones. He…is not busy with hidden meanings”
— Zhuangzi, an influential Chinese philosopher who lived around the 4th century BCE during the Warring States Period, a period corresponding to the philosophical summit of Chinese thought — the Hundred Schools of Thought, and is credited with writing—in part or in whole—a work known by his name, the Zhuangzi.

quotevadis:

“The true man sees what the eye sees, and does not add to it something that is not there. He hears what the ears hear, and does not detect imaginary undertones or overtones. He…is not busy with hidden meanings”

Zhuangzi, an influential Chinese philosopher who lived around the 4th century BCE during the Warring States Period, a period corresponding to the philosophical summit of Chinese thought — the Hundred Schools of Thought, and is credited with writing—in part or in whole—a work known by his name, the Zhuangzi.

A song that tugs at my heartstrings.

I guess I’ve reached an age where I can understand the melancholic yet hopeful emotion that the song seems to convey, at least to me.

The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but thought about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking. Separate them from the situation, which is always neutral. It is as it is. — Eckhart Tolle (via light-essence)

(via thelittlebigblackcloud)

With my head in your lap I stared at those lights and dreamt that they were stars. I imagined I could scoop them up and eat them and felt immensely happy with the feeling of love in my heart and the taste of starlight in my mouth.

With my head in your lap I stared at those lights and dreamt that they were stars. I imagined I could scoop them up and eat them and felt immensely happy with the feeling of love in my heart and the taste of starlight in my mouth.

nine…

This space in my heart

is yours…

The cheek that my fingers long to brush against

is yours…

The cheekiest smile that I’ve ever seen

is yours…

This man, deeply in love

is yours.

Happy 9th month baby…