astros y océanos

the longing to see does not fade

[gogh-save-the-bees]

Yellow it stands for the sun | Vincent Van Gogh Paintings

[nobodyiswatchingus]

Waterfall amidst a mountain covered in ash after a volcano eruption.

Taken in Iceland. One of the most unique landscape photos I’ve ever seen.

[trulyvincent]

Dragan Bibin

[littlethousand-deactivated20220]

this is the most profoundly terrifying group of paintings i’ve ever seen.

[emotionalempowerer-blog]

That is classic. Mars houses are easy.  Earth homelessness is an absolute mind boggling nightmare.

[bienfire]

the highwaisted breeches and loosely-tucked white shirt, possibly with sword belt attached, is THe hottest look available to any single human (or other), and i would be the lustiest harlot in regency England had i existed when it was À La Mode

[antigonipapantoni]

Chora, Patmos, Dodecanese, Greece, 2016

[fernsandmoss]

Don Snyder

[heavyweightheart]

In a culture that demands women conform to labor-intensive, exacting standards of appearance, “letting ourselves go” means merely existing, and that becomes a radical act of self-assertion

[occultclassicalart]

WHISTLER, James Abbott McNeill (1834–1903)

Nocturne in Black and Gold The Falling Rocket 1875 Oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.

[fratpad]

[trulyvincent]

Gustave Caillebotte (French, 1848-1894) Sunflowers & Nasturtiums

[decentsapling]

Hey, reminder that one of the reasons humanity has been able to flourish is because we formed societies and helped support each other. Complete independence and self reliance is a myth to try to get you to buy more things. Please reach out. Please connect yourself. There is no reason you have to do things alone.

[whoiscamillepaglia]

Durga Chew-Bose on Kelly Reichardt’s Certain Women

[kateoplis]

[tom-isaacs]

Penelope, wife of Odysseus - Tatiana Blass

[niktipolos]

“In the biosphere nothing is ever entirely lost. Death itself is not an absolute end but rather a transformation. What appears to be lost in a fire becomes heat and ash. So, too, no knowledge can ever really be lost to consciousness. It must remain, even if disguised as a mere symbol of itself. If I choose to bury a part of myself, what I bury will come back to haunt me in another form, as dream, or fear, or projection. This civilization, which has buried part of the human self, has created many projections. Out of the material of self-hatred several categories of otherness have been fashioned. Existing on a mass scale and by social agreement, these categories form a repository for our hidden selves.”

— Susan Griffin, “Ideologies of Madness,” in The Eros of Everyday Life: Essays on Ecology, Gender and Society

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

If someone doesn’t tell you they “love you, most ardently” in the pouring rain while looking at your lips like they desperately want to kiss you then what even is the point

[sartorialadventure]

Alexander McQueen, fall 2002