Find me in the mist. Hidden beyond the vale where few eyes may see. Seek me in the wet chill, heavy with the scent of weeping flowers. I wait by murky ponds staring at my reflection, watching the grey unchanging sheet of the sky. Find me in this boundless, shapeless land, where the sun can not show its face and twilight is all that is known of night or day. Find me… before I become the mist, my voice nothing more than a whisper that blows over these flowers with their heads bowed. Save me from joining the voices that seem to come from every ghost white bloom. Find me before I am consigned to wander this place without form. Find me before I can no longer return.
they call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy
"They look like a bunch of A-holes". @femmebotnoir
Rocking out to a cover of a RHCP song. #yassss #music
Lectors, today meaning anyone who reads, used to a be a profitable job. Manual laborers would pool their money and hire a lector to read while they worked, keeping them entertained
Sounds like an awesome job.
I’m sorry, but someone please get a razor. The mustache game in this picture is too high.
Well I learned a new word today. Also being unapologetic is understandable.
My academic life.
Ilya Kisaradov Aka Ezorenier Takes Gorgeous Surreal PhotographyRussian photographer Ilya Kisaradov’s subjects are primarily women, who are out in the open with nature. In her photographs, the image of the birdcage appears a few times, possibly symbolizing imprisonment. The confinement of her subjects juxtaposed against the backdrop of the openness of nature illustrates the dichotomy between humans and nature and how we continuously imprison ourselves by getting further and further away from nature. Though regardless of what message one may take away from Ilya Kisaradov photographs, their stunning quality and surreal imagery are electrifying and compels the viewer to gaze intently. She is both expressive and contemplative.
These photos set my imagination on fire.