Consider it: every person you have ever met, every person will suffer the loss of his friends and family. All are going to lose everything they love in this world. Why would one want to be anything but kind to them in the meantime?
NeSpoon is a street artist from Warsaw, Poland. Her artistic focus is on the intricate patterns of lace, and breaking its granny stereotype by using it to beautify gritty urban spaces. NeSpoon calls her artistic approach the “jewellery of the public space”:
Jewellery makes people look pretty, my public jewellery has the same goal, make public places look better.
NeSpoon often uses the usual spray paint and stencils of enlarged lace patterns to produce her works on the street via
artist find at Lustik
Todays Cuteness (via Cute Overload :D)
Excuse me, madam, you appear to have mistaken me for an egg.
Displeased hedgehog is Displeased.
In the universes
where we did not meet
do you still miss me, does
your heart still ache with
are you still
searching for a
hint of my face
i have glimpsed into the universes
where we have been torn asunder
and i have found myself
with shaking hands and a
heavy heart and even on this world
i was filled with wanderlust
before i met you and in you
i found love and in love i finally found
the home i’d been missing from
and i know
even if we were kept apart
by the fabric of this cosmos
we would shred every seam
until we could meet
because even the stars had a hand
in making us complete
and i was made for you and
you were made
The Library of Celsus
Built in honor of the Roman Senator Tiberius Julius Celsus Polemaeanus in Ephesus, Anatolia (now Selçuk, Turkey), the library was built to store 12,000 scrolls and to serve as a monumental tomb for Celsus. Celsus is buried in a sarcophagus beneath the library, in the main entrance.
Construction was between 117-120 AD, and the building is important as one of the few remaining examples of an ancient Roman-influenced library. It also shows that public libraries were built not only in Rome itself but throughout the Roman Empire.
The interior of the library and all its books were destroyed by fire in the devastating earthquake that struck the city in 262. Only the facade survived.
thatjessjohnson said: Would it be possible to tattoo you with strands of spider silk? Inlay the scales from a monarch's wing on the pads of your fingers? Suck the blood from the soil and grind it into an ink to writ words of daring on your side? Because, man, otherwise I'm not totally sure what would do you justice.
and anyone who dared pass me without caution would feel the wrath and work of me clinging to them, clouding their vision, crawling their skin—and every cheek i touched would echo, pollen blessed, with shades of umber and orange and nox—and i could pull strands of ichor from my sides and pass them on and feel the tug of every red thread through my loves’ dangers—and when i died, died, there would be nothing left but loam, and stories racing into the shoots of a hundred cypress knees.
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