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LâEglise de la Madeleine
Physically? I'm here but mentally I'm on a one way train to a mysterious city where nobody knows my name after just leaving an omnious note for my friends and family
âIt is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.â
by Donna Tartt - The Secret History
âAnd Her soul! Her soul is consumed by this longing!â
â Sappho, excerpt of Atthis (tr. by George Theodoris)
Details of Lady Lilith, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1866â1868.
Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of F. F.; âOn Earth,â
by grimvr Versailles
Painting details I have been enjoying recently: Hans Memling, âYoung Man at Prayerâ and âPortrait of Maria Portinariâ
âTo whom do I owe the biggest apology? No oneâs been crueller than Iâve been to me.â
â Alanis Morissette, âSorry to Myselfâ, Under Rug Swept  (via slyherin)
âSoft and easy September days had arrived. Evening came early, but the air remained warm and calm.â
â Arthur Schnitzler, Dying
âI nurture wrath like a mother.â
â Dave Harris, from âi havenât killed my father yetâ published in Winter Tangerine (via lifeinpoetry)
The Piazetta in Venice by Night, Henry Pether (British, 1828â1865)
Daniel Murtagh
MAZZOLA, Francesco (Parmigianino) (1503-1540)
Bow-carving Amor, detail 1534-1535 Oil on Wood, 1,355 x 650 mm Kunsthistorisches Museum Ed. Orig. (Ed. Lic.: CC0 1.0)
I used to dream of what it must have been like to have been an archeologist or historian in the nineteenth century. to first come across an ancient artifact, a temple unknown to human steps since the days of antiquity, and to discover an inscription left since the beginning of time. To honor the magic of each excited breath, intertwined with the inexplicable treasure of undiscovered knowledge, is what I try to seek now.
ig: rosenaufsuden
âThen he said, leaning forward: âYouâre strange animals, you women intellectuals. Tell me: whatâs it like to be a woman?â I took my rifle from behind my chair and shot him dead. âItâs like that,â I said.â
â Joanna Russ, On Strike Against God (via sheholdsyoucaptivated)