1. miritamoku:

laekoa:

☮nature, vintage, hippie blog☮ following back similar

nature posts here ✿

Love this

    miritamoku:

    laekoa:

    ☮nature, vintage, hippie blog☮ following back similar

    nature posts here ✿

    Love this

    1 month ago  /  46,287 notes  /  Source: stives

  2. theoncomingapocalypse:

this is very calming

    theoncomingapocalypse:

    this is very calming

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    7 months ago  /  396,760 notes  /  Source: 1ucasvb

  3. jtotheizzoe:

From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams
The full poem:
Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of howWe are working to completion, working on from then to now.Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you stillTo the service of our science: you will further it? you will!There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleepSo be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

    jtotheizzoe:

    From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams

    The full poem:

    Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,
    When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
    He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
    We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

    Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
    Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
    And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,
    And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

    But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
    You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
    What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;
    What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

    You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
    But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
    Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

    What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
    You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
    I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
    You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

    Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
    There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
    I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,
    Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

    I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—
    Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
    But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
    To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

    There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
    To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
    And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
    Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

    I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
    But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleep
    So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
    See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

    I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
    Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
    It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—
    God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

    1 year ago  /  2,613 notes  /  Source: jtotheizzoe

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  5. accurate.

    accurate.

    (via game-of-style)

    1 year ago  /  429 notes

  6. andrewbreitel:

can we just

    andrewbreitel:

    can we just

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  7. omg, I would so eat those blueberry concoctions right now, yum!

    omg, I would so eat those blueberry concoctions right now, yum!

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    2 years ago  /  919 notes

  8. I’ve been hearting most posts I like, barely reblogging anything. I’m somehow content to heart them for my own personal inspirational purposes. Perhaps I’ve overshared via other social media outlets, and no longer feel the compulsive need to share everything that I think is fantastic.
surferdude182:

(by Wetjens D.)

    I’ve been hearting most posts I like, barely reblogging anything. I’m somehow content to heart them for my own personal inspirational purposes. Perhaps I’ve overshared via other social media outlets, and no longer feel the compulsive need to share everything that I think is fantastic.

    surferdude182:

    (by Wetjens D.)

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    2 years ago  /  3,413 notes

  9. meri-nazar-se-dekho:

Bhutan or Bust | Taktsang Monastery, Bhutan

    meri-nazar-se-dekho:

    Bhutan or Bust | Taktsang Monastery, Bhutan

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  10. she looks so tragic

    she looks so tragic

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    2 years ago  /  1,539 notes  /  Source: ohpossiblymaybe