(Source: hvance12, via lostcausedreams)
“These bones, my frame, won’t hold in place
They’d leave and part ways
If I was without you
This earth, my home, would be alone
There’d be no moon to share the galaxy
If it was without you
My God. I am not, but you are.
What was it like when you prayed
Did the rivers calm when the raging seas obeyed?
What was it like when you slept
Did the rocks come close and the trees lean in
And did the air rejoice just to be your breath?
My God. I am not, but you are.
When your servant tried to ask your name
But a million words could not contain
And the meaning could not be expressed
For the weight would be too much to take
So you cradled him, like you cradle me and whispered
I am
Oh My God! I am not, but you are.”
— My Epic (via gracebthewind)
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These are just perfect! Can be found here: http://jempixel.blogspot.ca/
“The Usual Suspects” by Edward Nigma.
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“Miniature topographies inside 200-gallon fish tanks, based on traditional landscape paintings. Keever fills the tanks with water once he’s sculpted and placed the miniatures, and colored lights and pigments create dense, atmospheric environments. He views his works as an evolution of the landscape tradition and deliberately acknowledges the conceptual artifice.”
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Go Go Gadjet Wrecking Ball: Life Inside a Little Metal Box.
