defytheodds:

reasonofempathy:

Cobbled Wings by MattStewart

Oh if only I could fly
Time is an element in our brain which by the means of duration gives a semblance of reality to the absolutely empty existence of things and ourselves.
Arthur Schopenhauer, The Emptiness Of Existence (via onthought)
curioos-arts:

Rachel Caldwell (USA) - Portfolio

curioos-arts:

Rachel Caldwell (USA) - Portfolio

curioos-arts:

Tom Waterhouse (UK) - Portfolio

curioos-arts:

Tom Waterhouse (UK) - Portfolio