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Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightening. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. My fingertips touch your blood. All my joy is to feel like spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.
– Love letter from Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera (via fleurishes)

(via castlekeys)

2 days ago  790 notes

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
– Pablo Neruda, Sublime (via castlekeys)

2 days ago  10 notes

William Carlos Williams, “Landscape with The Fall of Icarus”

sharingpoetry:

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings’ wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

-

Brueghel’s painting

(source; submitted by the-high-yellow-note)

2 days ago  95 notes

(Source: th1s1snottheend, via givemehardlove)

2 days ago  499 notes

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlinlondon)

(Source: castlekeys, via girlinlondon)

2 days ago  205 notes

fuckyeahillustrativeart:

Ner Tamin

2 days ago  617 notes

life: In 1944, LIFE’s Alfred Eisenstaedt captured a private moment repeated in public millions of times over the course of the war: a guy, a girl, a goodbye — and no assurance that he’ll make it back. By war’s end, more than 400,000 American troops had been killed. See more photos here.

life:

In 1944, LIFE’s Alfred Eisenstaedt captured a private moment repeated in public millions of times over the course of the war: a guy, a girl, a goodbye — and no assurance that he’ll make it back. By war’s end, more than 400,000 American troops had been killed.

See more photos here.

2 days ago  3,637 notes View high resolution

negativepleasure: theconstantbuzz

negativepleasure:

theconstantbuzz

3 days ago  387 notes View high resolution

Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
– Pablo Neruda  (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: fernsandmoss, via youngfolksociety)

3 days ago  1,447 notes

deviatesinc: H.D. in Egypt, 1923

deviatesinc:

H.D. in Egypt, 1923

(via awritersruminations)

3 days ago  82 notes View high resolution

fuckyeahhistorycrushes: I noticed FYHC doesn’t have a lot of Egon Schiele, so here’s another photo of the awesomely dead expressionist painter. And to be the protege of Gustav Klimt, now that’s something!

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

I noticed FYHC doesn’t have a lot of Egon Schiele, so here’s another photo of the awesomely dead expressionist painter. And to be the protege of Gustav Klimt, now that’s something!

5 days ago  131 notes View high resolution

(Source: lifedelight, via depravityrules)

5 days ago  6,102 notes

heyoscarwilde: Douglas Adams quote illustrated by Britt Wilson :: via etsy.com

heyoscarwilde:

Douglas Adams quote illustrated by Britt Wilson :: via etsy.com

5 days ago  520 notes View high resolution

flommus: Egon Schiele, Semi-Nude Girl, Reclining, 1911. ‘Egon Schiele insisted that the erotic is as heroic a subject as wars or religion. He combined high art and pornography in a manner only possible in radical Vienna of the pre-first world war years. But it still landed him in jail …’ —Jonathan Jones, The Guardian, 2003

flommus:

Egon Schiele, Semi-Nude Girl, Reclining, 1911.

‘Egon Schiele insisted that the erotic is as heroic a subject as wars or religion. He combined high art and pornography in a manner only possible in radical Vienna of the pre-first world war years. But it still landed him in jail …’

—Jonathan Jones, The Guardian, 2003

(via cavetocanvas)

5 days ago  359 notes View high resolution

Etching by Attila Sassy (1880-1967) for his Opium Dreams, 1909

Etching by Attila Sassy (1880-1967) for his Opium Dreams, 1909

(Source: dreamobscura, via seasilked)

1 week ago  1,391 notes

Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightening. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. My fingertips touch your blood. All my joy is to feel like spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.
– Love letter from Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera (via fleurishes)

(via castlekeys)

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
– Pablo Neruda, Sublime (via castlekeys)

William Carlos Williams, “Landscape with The Fall of Icarus”

sharingpoetry:

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings’ wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

-

Brueghel’s painting

(source; submitted by the-high-yellow-note)

(Source: th1s1snottheend, via givemehardlove)

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlinlondon)

(Source: castlekeys, via girlinlondon)

fuckyeahillustrativeart:

Ner Tamin

life: In 1944, LIFE’s Alfred Eisenstaedt captured a private moment repeated in public millions of times over the course of the war: a guy, a girl, a goodbye — and no assurance that he’ll make it back. By war’s end, more than 400,000 American troops had been killed. See more photos here.

life:

In 1944, LIFE’s Alfred Eisenstaedt captured a private moment repeated in public millions of times over the course of the war: a guy, a girl, a goodbye — and no assurance that he’ll make it back. By war’s end, more than 400,000 American troops had been killed.

See more photos here.

negativepleasure: theconstantbuzz

negativepleasure:

theconstantbuzz

Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
– Pablo Neruda  (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: fernsandmoss, via youngfolksociety)

deviatesinc: H.D. in Egypt, 1923

deviatesinc:

H.D. in Egypt, 1923

(via awritersruminations)

fuckyeahhistorycrushes: I noticed FYHC doesn’t have a lot of Egon Schiele, so here’s another photo of the awesomely dead expressionist painter. And to be the protege of Gustav Klimt, now that’s something!

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

I noticed FYHC doesn’t have a lot of Egon Schiele, so here’s another photo of the awesomely dead expressionist painter. And to be the protege of Gustav Klimt, now that’s something!

(Source: lifedelight, via depravityrules)

heyoscarwilde: Douglas Adams quote illustrated by Britt Wilson :: via etsy.com

heyoscarwilde:

Douglas Adams quote illustrated by Britt Wilson :: via etsy.com

flommus: Egon Schiele, Semi-Nude Girl, Reclining, 1911. ‘Egon Schiele insisted that the erotic is as heroic a subject as wars or religion. He combined high art and pornography in a manner only possible in radical Vienna of the pre-first world war years. But it still landed him in jail …’ —Jonathan Jones, The Guardian, 2003

flommus:

Egon Schiele, Semi-Nude Girl, Reclining, 1911.

‘Egon Schiele insisted that the erotic is as heroic a subject as wars or religion. He combined high art and pornography in a manner only possible in radical Vienna of the pre-first world war years. But it still landed him in jail …’

—Jonathan Jones, The Guardian, 2003

(via cavetocanvas)

Etching by Attila Sassy (1880-1967) for his Opium Dreams, 1909

Etching by Attila Sassy (1880-1967) for his Opium Dreams, 1909

(Source: dreamobscura, via seasilked)

"Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightening. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. My fingertips touch your blood. All my joy is to feel like spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours."
"You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed."
William Carlos Williams, “Landscape with The Fall of Icarus”
"If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking"
"Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping."

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