Max Julien Lalanne

How well it is that on this night, the eve of our departure Hell itself has opened up, any stray to capture And so it is that one last time we fight with death itself Courage be our only sword; will no one come to help?

Pick up hope, oh brother mine, and use it as your shield Cut the darkness clear in two, don't now, nor ever yield Don't put down your weapons now, though weaknesses they're finding For in the darkest night, my friend, the faintest light is blinding

Remove the clots from my heart That I may pour it out seamlessly on the altar of humility That I may make sacrifice the contentment of the flesh For valiant is he that seeks contentment of the soul

benj

New doodling style

Choctaw and Ojibwe woman, Mikah Whitecloud, United States of America, by Evan Frost

lina gordievsky

Country roads in Japan