Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.
Welcome to Night Vale (via vulcandroid)
  #per ardua ad astra    #quote  

Tex Saverio - Details


Tex Saverio - Details

  #fashion    #all in a golden afternoon  


i dunno like i really badly want some sort of harry potter story set in the midst of the italian renaissance like a school set up with deliberate insouciance somewhere near the vatican or better yet in florence during the apex of the borgia rule and/or da vinci’s time with all these magical students being the absolute shit at concealment charms and so brilliant at keeping themselves off the witch-hunting radar they ought to be graded on it; but they’re constantly testing limits and sneaking out to see da vinci’s latest inventions or catch up on the latest borgia rumours and are somehow ahead of the latest fashions at all times (they all learn alteration spells like modern first years learn flying) with portkeys always on standby in the great hall for when the city is invaded/the people riot and the students need to be out because there is no time more dangerous to have magic. magical students more interested in the new artistic styles than magic, more concerned with modern warfare than potions, totally underwhelmed by magic in general because oh my god didn’t you hear there are cannons now

  #hp    #yessss    #magic    #meta  
  #something more than human    #per ardua ad astra    #tattoo  
  #man made marvels  
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Song: The National Anthem Can't Tell Me Nothing
Artist: Kanye West and Lana del Rey (Mashup)
Plays: 2,647


The National Anthem Can’t Tell Me Nothing (mashup), Kanye West vs. Lana Del Rey.

  #what a good    #music  


Azuma Makoto sends flowers to space in his latest installation piece, Exobiotanica.

  #oh mY GOD    #FLOWERS    #earth laughs in flowers    #per ardua ad astra  


Favourite work of the week, amazing food photography with a space narrative twist!

Endless Books: 8 Weeks
- Dina Belenko

  #PRETTY    #food    #design    #per ardua ad astra  
  #if only    #earth laughs in flowers  
The god of the train is not the commuter-bodies
who pack themselves into cars each rush hour.
The god of the train is the ghost of tired shoes,
and lives inside light particles, the rivers we cross,
and most of all the tracks we ride. Most do not know the god exists,
but we leave him offerings anyway: bottles and newspapers,
illegal radios, graffiti scratch and spray — all of this is his scripture.
Sophia Holtz, “Prayer for the Mechanized God,” from VHS Tapes From Hell (via bostonpoetryslam)
  #city magic    #urban magic    #magic