asylum-art:

Ecstasy ~ Hayes Valley, San Francisco by artists Karen Cusolito and Dan Das Mann

Ecstasy, a 28-foot-tall figurative sculpture made from reclaimed steel, embodies the emotion of passion and the posture of exaltation it can inspire. She is illuminated at dusk by a warm light that emanates from her hands and softly glows upon her shoulders, neck and head that is thrown back in elation. Ecstasy was built in 2007 and first debuted on-stage at The Crucible’s Fire Opera, then at Burning Man, 2007. Since then she traveled widely: Maker Faire, 2008, and Nocturnal, 2009. Through 2011, Ecstasy was on exhibit in Hayes Valley, San Francisco, at Patricia’s Green. She is now part of a private collection.

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Timestamp: 1410715861

asylum-art:

Ecstasy ~ Hayes Valley, San Francisco by artists Karen Cusolito and Dan Das Mann

Ecstasy, a 28-foot-tall figurative sculpture made from reclaimed steel, embodies the emotion of passion and the posture of exaltation it can inspire. She is illuminated at dusk by a warm light that emanates from her hands and softly glows upon her shoulders, neck and head that is thrown back in elation. Ecstasy was built in 2007 and first debuted on-stage at The Crucible’s Fire Opera, then at Burning Man, 2007. Since then she traveled widely: Maker Faire, 2008, and Nocturnal, 2009. Through 2011, Ecstasy was on exhibit in Hayes Valley, San Francisco, at Patricia’s Green. She is now part of a private collection.

(Source: f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s, via jenneeviefigueroa)

awwww-cute:

What a cute family

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Timestamp: 1410715810

awwww-cute:

What a cute family

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michelleglitters:

💛🍰You know I love my aunts house #fitforaqueen #auntshouse #corpuschristi #victorian #gold #vintage #art #decor #marieantoinette #letthemeatcake

Timestamp: 1410587286

michelleglitters:

💛🍰You know I love my aunts house #fitforaqueen #auntshouse #corpuschristi #victorian #gold #vintage #art #decor #marieantoinette #letthemeatcake

"From July of his sophomore year of college until the following January, all Tsukuru Tazaki could think about was dying. He turned twenty during this time, but this special watershed - becoming an adult - meant nothing. Taking his own life seemed the most natural solution, and even now he couldn’t say why he hadn’t taken this final step. Crossing that threshold between life and death would have been easier than swallowing down a slick, raw egg.
Perhaps he didn’t commit suicide then because he couldn’t conceive of a method that fit the pure and intense feelings he had toward death. But method was beside the point. If there had been a door within reach that led straight to death, he wouldn’t have hesitated to push it open, without a second thought, as if it were just a part of ordinary life. For better or for worse, though, there was no such door nearby.
I really should have died then, Tsukuru often told himself. Then this world, the one in the here and now, wouldn’t exist. It was a captivating, bewitching thought. The present world wouldn’t exist, and reality would no longer be real. As far as this world was concerned, he would simply no longer exist - just was this world would no longer exist for him.
At the same time, Tsukuru couldn’t fathom why he had reached this point, where he was teetering over the precipice. There was an actual event that had led him to this place - this he knew all too well - but why should death have such a hold over him, enveloping him in its embrace for nearly half a year? Envelop - the word expressed it precisely. Like Jonah in the belly of the whale, Tsukuru had fallen into the bowels of death, one untold day after another, lost in a dark, stagnant void.
It was as if he were sleepwalking through life, as if he had already died but not yet noticed it."

Haruki Murakami, Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage. (via taoxia)

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[Moulin Rouge]

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isthistakenalready:

Aoi Honoo is Too Real

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Timestamp: 1410581515

isthistakenalready:

Aoi Honoo is Too Real

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