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[auctor1881]

medievalpoc changing her ethnicity again

[thunderstruck9]

Anish Kapoor (Indian, b. 1954), Untitled, 1989. Gouache and watercolour on paper, 56 x 49.7 cm.

[fleurdulys]

Allegory of Sculpture - Gustav Klimt

[prokopetz]

Western Canadian Literature: “The prairie is cold and empty, like my marriage.”

Eastern Canadian Literature: “The sea is cold and empty, like my marriage.”

Cultural differences.

[prokopetz]

A few folks have commented...

[googlepoet]

www.googlepoetics.com

[yearbnb]

Marketing in India. #jaisalmer

[afp-photo]

CHINA, Harbin : A man clad in a teddy bear suit leans on a snow sculpture during the 16th Harbin International Ice and Snow Festival in Harbin, northeast China’s Heilongjiang province on January 5, 2015. AFP PHOTO / FRED DUFOUR

[wheredoyoutravel]

[wordsnquotes]

Won’t we be quite the pair?—you with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile.

Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” 20 Dec. 1940 (via wordsnquotes)

[darksilenceinsuburbia]

Konrad von Grünenberg 

Beschreibung der Reise von Konstanz nach Jerusalem, 1487

[artbeautypaintings]

Grace Kelly

[condenasttraveler]

[marcuscrassus]

Pieter Claesz - Still Life with a Salt Shaker [1640]

[bookmania]

from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

[museum-of-artifacts]

Bison sculpted from mammoth ivory. Found at Zaraysk, Russia. About 20,000 years old

[2dots]

[auctor1881]

arqvac:

Monica Bellucci

[bctrogues]

Literature meme: [3/9] poems

↳ 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci' by John Keats

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,   Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake,   And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!   So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full,   And the harvest’s done. I see a lily on thy brow   With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose   Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads,   Full beautiful—a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light,   And her eyes were wild.

(the rest of the poem can be found here)