the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.
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Be careful, you are not in wonderland
I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul
but you’re fortunate in your ignorance
in your isolation
you who have suffered
find where love hides
give, share, lose
lest we die, unbloomed.
Allen Ginsberg (via daemonsandfae)
My 99 year old great grandfather was at my house for Christmas and we were watching cake boss because it’s his favourite show, except it was already recorded so I fast forwarded through the commercial and my grandpa screamed and said “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? ARE YOU TIME TRAVELLING?? ELLIE YOU CAN’T DO THAT”
toska (ˈtō-skə); noun
in russian - at its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. at less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. in particular cases it may be the desire of somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. at the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.