Teenage Wasteland: Japanese Youth In Revolt, 1964
Sometimes Yoko goes down to the port in Yokohama to watch the ships sail off to the places she only wishes she could go. At sunset, her day begins again.

Teenage Wasteland: Japanese Youth In Revolt, 1964

Sometimes Yoko goes down to the port in Yokohama to watch the ships sail off to the places she only wishes she could go. At sunset, her day begins again.

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Morihei Ueshiba O Sensei with his sword

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Morihei Ueshiba O Sensei with his sword

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fleur de lys: polina blinova

inneroptics:

fleur de lys: polina blinova

She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis 

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“We’ve worn our words to death,
when now I say: my love,
nothing happens, absolutely nothing.
And yet, before the words were spent,
I’m certain
that everything trembled
at the mere murmur of your name
in the silence of my heart.

Now we have nothing to give.
There is nothing within you
that asks me for water.
The past is useless as a rag.
And I’ve told you already: the words are spent.

Good-bye.” 

― Eugénio de Andrade, Forbidden Words: Selected Poetry

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Jerry Uelsmann

inneroptics:

Jerry Uelsmann

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Josef Tichý

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Josef Tichý

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