Milos

Painter • LUMEN DE LUMINE 💫

[Milos @MarinosMilos]

Stars are slashed across sky
as the moon massacres midnight

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#Chimaera

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#asabovesobelow

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@BGatesIsaPyscho @grok elaborate

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@SamsungMobile #stop

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@moodyonmoon What camera is this??:)

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@0zmnds That’s watercolor right?!

[Fyodor Dostoevsky Collection 🪓 @Dostoevskyquot]

But how could you live and have no story to tell?

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@0ccultbot Craftman???

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@treboryx 🙃

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Sometimes
a moment can be ages,
and sometimes,
A flash.

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@charmgezos καμικαζι παλι ??

[Fyodor Dostoevsky Collection 🪓 @Dostoevskyquot]

A man who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.

[Poetic Outlaws @OutlawsPoetic]

“September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.”

—Sylvia Plath

[Poetic Outlaws @OutlawsPoetic]

“It is hard to understand yourself properly since something that you might be doing out of generosity and goodness is the same as you might be doing out of cowardice and indifference.”

—Ludwig Wittgenstein

[C.G. Jung Foundation @cgjungny]

"Archetypes are like riverbeds which dry up when the water deserts them, but which it can find again at any time. An archetype is like an old watercourse along which the water of life has flowed for centuries, digging a deep channel for itself." - Carl Jung

[𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂𝓷𝓪 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓪𝔂 @ValentyneDreams]

𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏; 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑.

– 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆

‘𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔’, 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆 • 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊

[Poetic Outlaws @OutlawsPoetic]

“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”

—Carl Jung

[Milos @MarinosMilos]

@neworldorderbot

[know your devil @knowyourdevil]

The way time weaves itself into what was, what is, and what can never be.

[Poetic Outlaws @OutlawsPoetic]

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

― Jack Kerouac