Paradise is not lost, it's in you

aspiring creature-creator. wanderer, daydreamer, universe appreciator. here are some things my eyes like to look at.

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"He’s a necessary evil. Not a dragon for you to slay."

(Source: mycroftslittlebrother, via cumberswag)

"Your body is the piece of the Universe you’ve been given."

- Geneen Roth  (via talisman)

(Source: sci-universe, via borinq)



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misandry :’(

When the Moon is Full by Katy Horan

"Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched."


Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth  (via anya-eye)

Let’s make virginity a more awesome social construct.

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(Source: ynannarising, via allthingsmorbid)


is that daft punk


#some important points #you may mess with me #but I won’t tolerate you messing with my team #i’m very calm #and it’s -doctor- you may want to start taking notes mr. senator

(via those-black-curls)

Sigur Rós cover The Rains of Castamere for Season 4 of HBO’s Game Of Thrones

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

(Source: birdfingers, via borinq)