WE CUT THE TONGUES OUT OF SORCERORS

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Nocturne In Blue and Gold James Abbot Mcneill Whistler (1866)

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Seated Girl (1906) Hugh Ramsay

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Lucretia (Detail) Rembrandt van Rijn (1664)

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Lynmouth Edward John Poynter (1866)

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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness

Samuel Beckett (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

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I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

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Wojciech Weiss - Obsession

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Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight

Allama Iqbal

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now I'm sitting here with your blog open listening to the music ready to fall asleep.

I advocate sleeping.

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Pancrace Bessa (Paris 1772-1835 Ecouen)

A rosebush 

oil on canvas 

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Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.

Kate Grenville, The Lieutenant

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Lightning bugs at twilight dart in this magical composite photo taken in Grand Ledge, Michigan. Get the story behind the picture and download the wallpaper »

Photo composite by Vincent Brady, National Geographic Your Shot