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"UNTITLED"

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"You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things."

Psychedelic Nature-Inspired Swirling Illustrations Are Animated by James R. Eads

Los Angeles based multi-disciplinary artist and illustrator James R. Ead’s stunning illustrations are known for their unique style and technique. Following van Gogh’s signature brushstroke composed of colorful and fast moving brush strokes, Ead’s work reveals a meditative and soothing connection with nature and humanity. 

Both gentle and powerful, the swirling illustrations contain a surrealist and ethereal touch. Their latest animation has added a psychedelic quality, which seems to create a magical atmosphere, which are spellbinding.

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I’ve been staring at this for 5 minutes

That’s what it looks like. That’s really what it looks like

Being out in the ocean is actually so scary because when you look really far out you can kind of see how the Earth is rounded out. It looks like a few miles ahead you’re just gonna fall off or something. Also fun trick: if ur on mobile, double tap zoom in and slide the picture side to side. It looks like you’re actually there looking left to right

DO THAT DO IT RIGHT NOW

“She said that she liked the taste of my kisses. She used to whisper that my breath smelled like a weird yet funny mixture of cigarettes and coffee. Then, she slowly explained, like if it was no big deal, that my lips were the nicotine she was addicted to, and my tongue the caffeine that kept her up. Now she kisses another man, with another breath, another tongue to taste. And again i find myself all alone on the rooftop, drinking coffee to stay awake and smoking some cigarettes, trying to forget that we used to wait for the sunset like I’m doing at the moment. And now i have that painfully familiar taste in my mouth again. But no one to share it with.

Diego, “Town of the Colossus”  (via wnq-writers)

Source: wnq-writers