The Universe is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.
Our contemplations of the cosmos stir us.
There’s a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation as if a distant memory of falling from a great height.
We know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff.
(Source: nevernudebeach)
Via Booklover
1954: Audrey Hepburn wears a wedding gown and veil in her role as Jo Stockton in Funny Face. The photo was taken by David Seymour, who in 1947, helped found the first international cooperative photographic agency — Magnum. The dance scene in which Audrey wears this costume was shot outdoors after weeks of torrential rain. Audrey had nine pairs of white satin dancing shoes that were made in Paris that she had to continuously swap out as each became muddied beyond use. “Here I’ve been waiting for twenty years to dance with Fred Astaire,” Audrey quipped, “and what do I get? Mud in my eye!”
(Source: mattybing1025)
Kenya’s Samburu tribe evicted from their land
Members of the group have been abused, beaten and raped by police after their land was sold to US wildlife charities.
Pictured: A makeshift village on the outskirts of the Eland Downs, where Samburu families have been forced to relocate after their homes were burnt down in police raids
(Source: dynamicafrica)
You know that feeling?
You know that feeling?
When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay.
But no one’s going to be there.
And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won’t be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing. And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.
About me
,i love love livingi sing a lot. and love [ quite obvious by now] singing. i think it has opened many things inside of myself to be able to 'release' my voice. i have my teacher to thank for that.
i draw a bit and also paint a bit and write a lot... mostly poetry, but of late i have started a Book :)
to be able to sit on my bike and then be able to ride freely means a Great deal to me.
i care enormously for our planet and truly wish to do as much as i can to help others-people, animals and plants.
Being alive and being in amazement and appreciation of life.
Am good at NOT reading self help books and then quoting them to nauseum .boo to ''self help''books :)
i teach in the afternoons,slum children who sometimes dont want to learn.but want to sit. so we sit [ and yet we learn... ]:)
i am a first hand human being. and am aware of that and try and keep it as close to being first hand as possible. its harder than u think.
sometimes,hard lessons can make u humble or make u bitter. i choose to be humble [ or humbler as it may be...much learning still takes place each day :)
i love deeply.
To watch some of the children i teach,who have come through so much and yet have a beautiful,beautiful smile, gives me hope... hope that somehow... we shall manage. and i wish to be able to be part of that magic..
