Nihil

Nothing ends poetically. It ends when we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

[bled]

It’s a miracle we ever met by Hallie Bateman

[solskenet]

Matisse - young woman with head buried in arms (1929) / Timothée Chalamet by Mario Sorrentini

[ruescenic]

[1987projectlab-deactivated20120]

[andrewbreitel]

[siirkokuluhatun-deactivated2019]

[realsurrealfeel]

[wowgreat]

Imants Tillers

‘Kangaroo Blank’, 1988, oil stick, gouache, polymer paint on canvas

[thewriterkb]

[inahiddenplace]

romantic love is a conspiracy theory

[artemisdreaming]

The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via artemisdreaming)

[anakkin]

Q: what is love? A: madness in the form of roses.

withered love letters | a.w. (via katewisnlet)

[caitbird]

Sandro Boticelli - Primavera (detail)

[quotemadness]

The romantic thing about the darkness was always the constant pull towards the light.

Christopher Poindexter  (via 7-weeks)

[xshayarsha]

Florence, Italy.

[xshayarsha]

From the 1891 edition of Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray.

[flyartproductions]

Eve, don’t kill Adam’s vibe

Adam and Eve in paradise (c. 1527), Mabuse / Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe, Kendrick Lamar