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nostalgiedelaboue:

Henri Matisse sculpting in bed

nostalgiedelaboue:

Henri Matisse sculpting in bed


Galerie Vivienne Paris
Photo: Paul Almasy

Galerie Vivienne Paris

Photo: Paul Almasy

shihlun:

Nobuyoshi Araki, Satchin, 1965.

shihlun:

Nobuyoshi Araki, Satchin, 1965.

So called ‘late-bloomers’ get a bad rap. Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life’s pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines.

Jeff Brown  (via theriverjordyn)

Accurate, relevant, applicable.

(via macedonianmess)

basava:

The Ancient Art of Honey Hunting in Nepal

The Gurange tribes of Nepal have been collecting honey from Himalayan cliffs for centuries. The Gurung are master honey hunters, risking their lives collecting honeycomb using nothing more than handmade rope ladders and long sticks known as tangos.

Most of the honey bees’ nests are located on steep, inaccessible, southwest facing cliffs to avoid predators and for increased exposure to direct sunlight.

Aside from the dangers of falling, they are harvesting honey from the largest honey bees in the world. The Himalayan honey bee can grow up to 3 cm in length.

Before a hunt can commence, the honey hunters are required to perform a ceremony to placate the cliff gods. This involves sacrificing a sheep, offering flowers, fruits and rice, and praying to the cliff gods to ensure a safe hunt.

Photographer Andrew Newey spent two weeks living with the Gurung in central Nepal, documenting the risks and skill involved in this dying tradition.

artruby:

Jacob Hashimoto’s Gas Giant at MOCA

Men celebrated our sexual liberation — our willingness to freely give and enjoy blow jobs and group sex, our willingness to experiment with anal penetration — but ultimately many males revolted when we stated that our bodies were territories that they could not occupy at will. Men who were ready for female sexual liberation if it meant free pussy, no strings attached, were rarely ready for feminist female sexual agency. This agency gave us the right to say yes to sex, but it also empowered us to say no.
bell hooks, Communion: The Female Search for Love (via a-golden-lasso-of-my-own)

berserkerlonewolf:

captainhanni:

i’ll.. i’ll leave the room now… 

This.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via berserkerlonewolf)

archatlas:

The Old Cincinnati Library

I had never seen pictures of this building, it looks amazing, a books lover wet dream!

Agreed. I actually gasped with delight at these photos.