The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

teenagesoil:

I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.

not exactly the vodka part, but hey, there are other ways to ruin Christmas

fashionsfromhistory:

Opera Cape
1898
British 
MET

fashionsfromhistory:

Opera Cape

1898

British 

MET

lilije:

One of my favourite crystals from my little collection. I love how they feel like the light in the material state.

lilije:

One of my favourite crystals from my little collection. I love how they feel like the light in the material state.

socrelax:

Cracow, Nowa Huta, Ujastek 1
photo: centralny.info
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socrelax:

Cracow, Nowa Huta, Ujastek 1

photo: centralny.info

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https://www.facebook.com/polskisocrealizm

My life — like a pathway in the autumn: hardly has it been swept clean, it is covered again with dry leaves.

chagalov:

Chant silencieux [Mains de la danseuse Muriel Jaër], 1979 -by Étienne Bertrand Weill
[ref : Pēteris Vasks, « Klusas Dziesmas » (Chant silencieux) pour chœur mixte à cappella (1979-1992)]

from gallica