It is a mystery.
I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via larmoyante)
A sketch, I did not draw.

A sketch, I did not draw.


Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange. 

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange. 

Let’s Cure that Hang-Over
atavus:

Ian Crawley - Here We Go (Detail), 1997

atavus:

Ian Crawley - Here We Go (Detail), 1997

thepaintedbench:

Fate Love the Fearless

thepaintedbench:

Fate Love the Fearless

I leaned into my dream
and it swallowed me
whole
(via sleepinginthesnow)
batreaux:

kawahineaihonua:

Karel Thole - The general zapped an angel, 1970.

batreaux:

kawahineaihonua:

Karel Thole - The general zapped an angel, 1970.

You do not exist.

coketalk:

At any given moment, you do not exist. Your body exists, temporary though it may be. Still, you are not your body. You are merely an electrochemical process of your body. The continuity of your separate self is manufactured every few milliseconds by a hunk of warm grey meat between your ears. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, your brain has created you a thousand times, and it has left behind a thousand ghosts of you.