malformalady:

Located in Japan’s Tomamu Resort,  on the island of Hokkaido, the Unkai Terrace is a unique scenic spot perched high atop a mountain peak that is often above the clouds, offering tourists breathtaking views of the white, fluffy sea beneath them. The “unkai” or sea of clouds phenomenon has been attracting tourists to the resort town on Tomamu for years. The natural hot springs in the area and the differences in temperature during the few hours when night turns into day determine the formation of an immaculate white blanket of clouds over the mountainous region.

malformalady:

Located in Japan’s Tomamu Resort,  on the island of Hokkaido, the Unkai Terrace is a unique scenic spot perched high atop a mountain peak that is often above the clouds, offering tourists breathtaking views of the white, fluffy sea beneath them. The “unkai” or sea of clouds phenomenon has been attracting tourists to the resort town on Tomamu for years. The natural hot springs in the area and the differences in temperature during the few hours when night turns into day determine the formation of an immaculate white blanket of clouds over the mountainous region.

We all, sometimes, leave each other out there under the skies, and we never understand why.

Truman Capote (via likeafieldmouse)

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.

Friedrich Nietzsche  (via kyokus)

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art-and-fury:

L’Ame du Vin - Carlos Schwabe illustration in Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire                                                                                                    
“One evening, the soul of wine sang in the bottles: 
“Man, I’m pushing you to, oh dear disinherited, 
Under my glass prison and my crimson wax, 
A song full of light and brotherhood  
I know how much it takes, on the hill in flame,   
From pain, of sweat and burning sun  
To create my life and give me soul    
But I will not be ungrateful nor evil,   
Because I feel great joy when I fall   
In the throat of a man worn out by his labors,  
And his chest is a sweet hot tomb  
Where I like much better than my cold cellars”.                                          
The Soul of Wine  

art-and-fury:

L’Ame du Vin - Carlos Schwabe illustration in Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire                                                                                                    

“One evening, the soul of wine sang in the bottles: 

“Man, I’m pushing you to, oh dear disinherited, 

Under my glass prison and my crimson wax, 

A song full of light and brotherhood  

I know how much it takes, on the hill in flame,   

From pain, of sweat and burning sun  

To create my life and give me soul    

But I will not be ungrateful nor evil,   

Because I feel great joy when I fall   

In the throat of a man worn out by his labors,  

And his chest is a sweet hot tomb  

Where I like much better than my cold cellars”.                                          

The Soul of Wine  

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?

Fyodor Dostoevsky (via likeafieldmouse)