Orawan Cassidy

alongtimealone: (via All sizes | 1872 Claude Monet Lilacs in...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:41:42 -0700

alongtimealone:

(via All sizes | 1872 Claude Monet Lilacs in the sun(Pushkin Moscow)(50 x 65 cm) | Flickr - Photo Sharing!)

cavetocanvas: Georges Rouault, Autumn, 1938

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:55:17 -0700

cavetocanvas:

Georges Rouault, Autumn, 1938

mimbeau: Jean Cocteau and Edith Piaf

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:25:47 -0700

mimbeau:

Jean Cocteau and Edith Piaf

canvasobsession: Charles Velter A Visit to the Munich...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:24:07 -0700

canvasobsession:

Charles Velter

A Visit to the Munich Pinakothek

ahuntersheart: “My whole life is a letter to you.”-Viktor Shklovsky, ”Zoo, Or Letters Not About...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:21:06 -0700

ahuntersheart:

“My whole life is a letter to you.”
-Viktor Shklovsky, ”Zoo, Or Letters Not About Love”

Photo

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:20:53 -0700

"Before you fuck up and call her anything less than her name, before you grab her by the arm you need..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:20:35 -0700

“

Before you fuck up and call her anything less than her name, before you grab her by the arm you need to know the trigger that you are pulling at. You need to know that the safety is never on. You need to know her history before you tell me that this isn’t my business. You need to know that her history is my history. See, she and I, we come from the tribe of raw knuckled little girls who call our father by their first names and wear their mothers like bruise coloured war paint under eye. We grew thick skin before we grew permanent teeth. We learned to piece together our own families in the backyards of rented duplexes where we promised plastic faced babies better things in soothing tones that we mimicked from TV. We do not have daddy issues even though our daddy’s have issues. We have piercing eyes and promises to keep. We grew up to be nomads surveying domestic war zones with black eyeliner binoculars, always refusing to camouflage. We threw our heads back and laughed at oncoming explosions, never flinched, absorbing shrapnel, never let them see us cry.
We do not dream of boys who will save us from towers. We dream of boys with courage caked under their fingernails. Boys with hands rough enough to wipe metal tears from our faces but warm enough to mold them into stars. Boys with vertebrae strong enough to lock with ours so they can sleep sitting back to back with us and keep watch. And these are the boys, these are the boys who will find love under our armor. These are the boys who will find that we love selectively but we love fiercely. These are the boys who will learn that we love in ways that leave claw marks down the baseboard before we ever let go.

So do not think she doesn’t know how you fear her absence - you should. Your cage is not stronger than her will or her smile. Do not think you are good enough to tame her. You aren’t. And do not think you are the first to try because I have already closed your eyes and crossed your arms before your body hit the floor. And you think she deserves better than you. You are right. So be better than you.

Be thankful that she knows your name and be careful never to forget hers.

”

- Rachel Wiley (via rabbitinthemoon)

"Smart girls are the overthinkers, the insecure ones, the different ones. They know what the real..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:18:16 -0700

“Smart girls are the overthinkers, the insecure ones, the different ones. They know what the real world is like. They analyze every little thing in life. Why? To avoid getting hurt. To find happiness. They stay up at night trying to think about every possible situation to get through all the problems. They think too much. They trust fewer people. Their insecurity proves their respect toward themselves. Of course they try to live away from a drama-filled life. Smart girls know their worth. Now those are the ones worth keeping by your side.”

- Unknown (via antiquedvintage)

Henri Matisse, photo taken in his room in Nice (France), 1950.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:43:38 -0700

Henri Matisse, photo taken in his room in Nice (France), 1950.

c0ssette: Lawrence Alma-Tadema,Spring (detail) 1894.

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:40:44 -0700

c0ssette:

Lawrence Alma-Tadema,Spring (detail) 1894.

blastedheath: Angelo Garino (Italian, 1860-1945), Swans in a...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:49:48 -0700

blastedheath:

Angelo Garino (Italian, 1860-1945), Swans in a pond. Oil on canvas, 72 x 95 cm.

"I can’t think of you without a certain violence of red on your lips; a justifiable anger,..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:43:34 -0700

“I can’t think of you
without a certain violence
of red on your lips;
a justifiable anger,
sparking from your eyes.

You read of horrors,
past and present and evolving
and every bit of you
wants to set the world right,
every bit of you burns.

How small am I
to want to hold that fire,
to want to be burned
by those red, violent lips,
and make the whole world wait.”

- Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

theartofwartortle: Sergei Rachmaninoff - 3 Nocturnes: No. 1 in...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:42:13 -0700

theartofwartortle:

Sergei Rachmaninoff - 3 Nocturnes: No. 1 in F sharp minor

pmikos: The Boudoir Rose :: Henry Thomas Schafer

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:31:57 -0700

pmikos:

The Boudoir Rose :: Henry Thomas Schafer

"My love, we have found each other thirsty and we have drunk up all the water and the blood, we found..."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 22:04:47 -0700

“My love,
we have found each other
thirsty and we have
drunk up all the water and the blood,
we found each other
hungry
and we bit each other
as fire bites,
leaving wounds in us.”

- Pablo Neruda (via marcescentfleur)

"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your..."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 22:03:06 -0700

“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.”

- Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via thisismydesignn)

"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t..."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:54:05 -0700

“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”

- Catherine Breillat (via antiquedvintage)

"Afterward, after we’ve both fallen asleep in the afternoon, I wake in the long shadows and see..."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:52:36 -0700

“Afterward, after
we’ve both fallen asleep
in the afternoon,
I wake in the long shadows
and see you counting words,
your eyes closed, your thumb
tapping your fingers.

“Say it,” I tell you.
“I want to listen to you.”
“I don’t know where it is,”
you say, your voice low,
your eyes open now,
open and looking at me,
looking in my eyes.

“I don’t know where it is,
the place where I remember
touching your skin.
The place where I remember
my hand being wet with you.
I don’t know where it is,
the place I store memories

of how you taste,
of how you sound and smell
when you’re coming.
I can feel you even now,
on my hand. I can taste you
just thinking of it.
I can smell your body

just the way I did then,
when you came on my hand.
Where do I keep that?
I don’t believe it’s a memory…
I think you’re in my mouth,
I think you’re in my skin.
In a very real way

I have become you
and you have become me.””

- Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

"Sólo una vez el mundo es nuestro."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:50:01 -0700

“Sólo una vez el mundo es nuestro.”

- Fragmento de Fusil, hoja que conmueve a todo el árbol, Juan Bañuelos (via poesianoerestu)

likeafieldmouse: Erik Satie - Gymnopedies (Nos. 1, 2 & 3) -...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:48:28 -0700

likeafieldmouse:

Erik Satie - Gymnopedies (Nos. 1, 2 & 3) - Pascal Roge

1. Lent et douloureux

2. Lent et triste

3. Lent et grave