#sublime

[jimmy-buffet-babe]

A post for deedee

[chaotic66hummingbird]

"Truly...SCRUMPTIOUS"

[thirdity]

Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. Whatever the vexations or concerns of their personal lives, their thoughts can find paths that lead to inner contentment and to renewed excitement in living. Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder

[dimension20official]

this behind-the-scenes clip has everything: a nat 20, Knotfest, the cast singing together, AND a Hunter Biden getting a switch reference

[heroesspirit]

Lil drawing of @crazylittlejester’s Warriors enjoying some fruit

[ayeeeebri]

pretty pics I took the other day while out touching grass✨

[jimmy-buffet-babe]

☆Sitting at a Cafe, on the corner of a busy intersection, in the middle of a city. They take a sip of their tea, humming softly as they read the newspaper☆

@th3-triangl3-ag3ncy

[steven-sandner]

A little festive lighting around this snowy owl 🍂💫✨

[chaotic66hummingbird]

"Forbidden...Door"

Bailey Jay

[elbiotipo]

"Tenemos mariachis?"

"Tenemos."

[jakobedevbie]

Turner inspired painting...

[weezer-crow]

CD Collection!(Pretty.Odd. just came in today)

Thoughts? What other bands do you think I'd enjoy?

[thirdity]

I continued to look at the flowers, and in their living light I seemed to detect the qualitative equivalent of breathing — but of a breathing without returns to a starting point, with no recurrent ebbs but only a repeated flow from beauty to heightened beauty, from deeper to ever deeper meaning. Words like "grace" and "transfiguration" came to my mind, and this, of course, was what, among other things, they stood for. My eyes traveled from the rose to the carnation, and from that feathery incandescence to the smooth scrolls of sentient amethyst which were the iris. The Beatific Vision, Sat Chit Ananda, Being-Awareness-Bliss — for the first time I understood, not on the verbal level, not by inchoate hints or at a distance, but precisely and completely what those prodigious syllables referred to.

Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

[philosophybits]

The more I was conscious of goodness and of all that is ‘beautiful and elevated,’ the deeper I sank into my mire and the more able I was to get completely stuck in it.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

[zakkych]

ggg