Photography by- Spaces.with.wordS

- all that i am will always be,
for all that i am came from thee -

every insect, every atom,
every breath, every string of grass,
is to me what i am to it.

e x i s t a n c e

in a world which is not our own,
yet we are creators, visitors & spectators
of whatever life is brought to our shore.

You need both desire and will. They are both connected. Without one you cannot have the other. Desire, however, falls short for it concerns only with the tangible senses of our carnal desires. Will, on the other hand, feeds from desire for without desire one is like a man who seizes to eat because he is not hungry, seizes to drink because he is not thirsty. Desire creates the hunger and thirst for our human conditions. Yet, it is the will of an individual which truly creates the world around him. Our will is intrinsically connected with what some may call fate. Your will overcomes anything in life. Your will creates the world around you, you choose it and it chooses you. In conclusion, be thirsty.. be bold..live life and take it for what it is- your own creation. 

-Spaces.with.wordS 

(Source: mitochondria, via suninscorpio)

goodtypography:

portraits of famous authors using their own words by John Sokol

1. Walt Whitman as “Leaves of Grass”
2. Ibsen as “Hedda Gabler”
3. Borges as “The Secret Miracle”
4. Dante as “The Inferno”

(via cosascool)

- servatis ignis -

Fire burns our emotions into ashes.

Process that can’t be explained,

only by experience do we live its flames.

Process  by which  we burn  away all that we were, 

all the smoke the air could bare,

air that rushes through our veins,

like a stampede of horses

galloping through virgin pastures…

Fire of forgiveness and retreat,

a solitude which tames the hand it holds,

forever letting go of the moments we claim to possess.

the solitude of a lingering seeker,

reckons the wonders of encounters and departures,

pays rent to a merchant whom willingly accepts

to share this dance of surrender and 

with no vanity recognizes

that all that i am is so

because you

observed

me to be 

so.. 

This is the only surviving recording of Virginia Woolf’s voice. It is part of a BBC radio broadcast from April 29th, 1937. The talk was called “Craftsmanship” and was part of a series entitled “Words Fail Me”.
The audio is accompanied by a slideshow of photographs of Virginia Woolf.