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"The processes we’re going through are two sides of the same coin, because everything ends in mystery — the scientists have theories, and the theologians have myths, and they are both the same thing, because we end up in ignorance. … We have to think about the unthinkable, which is what religion does and science does, too."

- Ray Bradbury (via simpleyogi)


Théodore Rousseau, Sunset in the Auvergne (detail), 1844
therurrjurr:

The Apotheosis of Benjamin Franklin and George Washington
Copperplate printing on cotton; H. 40 in. (101.6 cm), W. 32 in. (81.3 cm)
2eyes2c:

Mark Twain, Stormfield, December 21st, 1908. (1913)
happy july fourth from your neighborhood beatnik. it’s one of my rare days off and i need to start packing up Stormfield. after four years of living here, we’ve finally been given the boot and now i have to fit this place in some cardboard boxes and learn the eccentricities of a new neighborhood. this became my first home, this is the first place that took my sentiment after my childhood home. it was named after Mark Twain’s house in our hometown actually (my cat’s name is [Sam] Clemens). i know it’s creaks, my neighbors, the origin of echos that bounce down the block. i’m not one to be sentimental but jesus i’m probably going to cry when it’s all said and done. there will be a mourning. working 7 days/week makes this more stressful than it should be and the heat is making it nearly unbearable.

"Beware the autumn people.
For some, autumn comes early, stays late, through life, where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring or revivifying summer.
For these beings, fall is the only normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.
Where do they come from? The dust.
Where do they go? The grave.
Does blood stir their veins? No, the night wind.
What ticks in their head? The worm.
What speaks through their mouth? The toad.
What sees from their eye? The snake.
What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars.
They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks.
Such are the autumn people."

-
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962)

(Source: unholyheathen)

demons:

A German star shell bursting at night somewhere near Polegsteert, March 1916
tierradentro:

"Watson and the Shark" (detail), 1778, John Singleton Copley.

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dynastylnoire:

boooooooooooooooooost

(Source: justshy, via nodamncatnodamncradle)

oldoils:

Frederic Edwin Church, Parthenon, Athens, 1869
19thcenturyboyfriend:

Portrait of Writer Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garshin (1884), Ilya Repin

Carl Gustav Carus
plusarchitekt:

Plan of one Tower of the Brooklyn Bridge (originally the East River Bridge)  in New York - John Augustus Roebling

asylum-art:

Miniature medieval  interiors carved into  Marble  by Matthew Simmonds

(via detailsdetales)

"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything."

- Lord Byron (via loveage-moondream)

(Source: drakontomalloi, via fletchingarrows)