By fidelity and valour.
I came. I saw. I didn't like what I saw. I left.
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My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via larmoyante)

silenceorsarcasm:

On Friday a thiefOn Sunday a KingLaid down in griefBut awoke with keysOf Hell on that dayThe first born of the slainThe Man Jesus ChristLaid death in his graveSo three days in darkness sleptThe Morning Sun of righteousnessBut rose to shame the throes of deathAnd over turn his rule
 
Hey guys, I made a thing :)
Not my photography though… I don’t live near any cool forests, unfortunately.

silenceorsarcasm:

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave

So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And over turn his rule

 

Hey guys, I made a thing :)

Not my photography though… I don’t live near any cool forests, unfortunately.

corporisfabrica:

A gold cast of a bovine heart, revealing the intricacies of the vessels supplying the underlying muscles.  Gunther von Hagens.

corporisfabrica:

A gold cast of a bovine heart, revealing the intricacies of the vessels supplying the underlying muscles.
Gunther von Hagens.