fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
Rabindranath Tagore, now fondly remembered as Gurudev, was an Indian poet and the first Indian man to win the Nobel Prize (for his collection of poems, Gitanjali).
He was also extremely handsome.
And although his life was marked by terrible presonal tragedies, this man was almost single-handedly responsible for reshaping Bengali culture.
Also he wrote stuff like this:
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:You become an image of what is remembered forever.You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.At the heart of time, love of one for another.We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in youThe love of all man’s days both past and forever:Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever.


Really beautiful words.

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Rabindranath Tagore, now fondly remembered as Gurudev, was an Indian poet and the first Indian man to win the Nobel Prize (for his collection of poems, Gitanjali).

He was also extremely handsome.

And although his life was marked by terrible presonal tragedies, this man was almost single-handedly responsible for reshaping Bengali culture.

Also he wrote stuff like this:

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same 
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Really beautiful words.

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lostinamerica:

National Geographic: Photo of the Day - By Tim Kemple 
Renan Ozturk slacklining over the Gavea Stone in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

lostinamerica:

National Geographic: Photo of the Day - By Tim Kemple

Renan Ozturk slacklining over the Gavea Stone in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

I love nights like this.

I love nights like this.

(Source: scullandoars, via lostinamerica)

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black-and-white:

by Maciej Duczynski
bohemianhomes:

Bohemian Homes :Pallet bench

This is a badass idea, building furniture out of pallets!

bohemianhomes:

Bohemian Homes :Pallet bench

This is a badass idea, building furniture out of pallets!