mona lisa

“Hey. The Mona Lisa isn’t even hot.” I give him a little shove away from me, toward the edge of the platform. “Disagree,” Holden says. “She’s beautiful in her own way. That mischievous smile, those dark, soulful eyes, the way she—” “Fine, whatever.” I cross my arms. “But I insist on being ranked above her.”

[ofprescotts]

max retreated back to their table, moving carefully so as to not spill the cups of coffee in his hand.  “jesus,” he shook his head in disbelief as he sat down. “the guy in front of me ordered, like, ten shots of espresso and asked if they could serve it in one cup.” he looked at the other,  his eyes filled with bewilderment, as if expecting them to be as concerned as he was. “is he going to be okay? i mean, i’ve never both feared and respected someone before like this. is this what college does to people?” 

[bellesiilva-blog1]

“Wow. What a hero. Maybe we should buy him an extra shot for luck.” Belle quipped, reaching for the extra cup of much needed caffeine in Max’s hand. She delicately wrapped both hands around the warm mug, sipping the scalding liquid and wincing at the way she burned her tongue- her lack of patience very much evident. “As for his well being...” She leaned around him to take a look at the man in question, her injured tongue pushing into her cheek. “To be determined but yes that is exactly what college does to people. The joy of Ivy league.”

[artsnquotes]

“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.”

Cesar A. Cruz (via wnq-art)

[ericcmontgomery-blog]

eric had wrapped up his time in the dark room at just the right time, the sun had set and he was free of all obligations that followed. after collecting a few prints he locked up the class and took to the streets. it didn’t take long for him to pull out a joint, needing the soft buzz to relax him after stressing out over the assignment he had just completed. he lit the end swiftly and took to the nearest bar. it didn’t take long for him to arrive, a bit of a high lingering on him as he extinguished the flame and shoved it back into his pocket. he slipped into the pub, his eyes locating a single open seat. he approached it slowly, his hand on the back before looking at the bystander beside it. “this seat taken? if not i might have a free beer in the works if you’re willing to give it up.” he hummed, a soft grin appearing on his lips.

[bellesiilva-blog1]

The pub was busy as per usual and yet Belle had managed to snag a seat in the corner of the bar, sketchbook out without a care in the world- aside from the obvious studying, working, and figuring life out bit. She sipped at her soda water between touchups she had been working on for the last hour on the drawing that was less than inspired. Something about mandatory assignments did little to spark her muse, go figure. But her gaze took a break from the page to look up at the person who had just spoke, the end of the pencil between her teeth while she held it. “Um...” She glanced at the empty seat, wondering where the patron who had just been there had wandered off too. She pulled the pencil from her mouth and shrugged with an undetermined smile. “Looks like it’s all yours and you don’t even need to pay for it in beer. On the house.” 

[beverlyvandross-blog]

“then she told me that brittany mcknight told her that zach ferro said she was hot. but zach’s with some other girl and brittany was crying—are you listening? this is crucial information. anyway, zach’s bad news but brittany doesn’t even care. this is way worse than her time obsessing over caleb presley two weeks ago.”

[bellesiilva-blog1]

She was trying to listen, trying to keep up with information she didn’t truly care about regarding people she didn’t truly know. It was a lot to take in. “Um... wow.” She finally breathed, flicking her eyebrows on her forehead to punctuate her sentence as she tapped her pen on the notebook in front of her. “So...” Belle licked her lips and searched for a follow up question as if she wanted to know more. “What will... Brittany do now then?”

[elijahdcnt-blog]

Elijah was under a tree in the courtyard with his camera, leaning against the tree. Working on his lately project that he had no muse for whatsoever. He took a few pictures of the people, but when the person looked over he made a slight face. “Sorry!” He called out. “Doing work, move on with your day.” He said as his blue hues returned to his camera.

[bellesiilva-blog1]

She was taking a break from whatever had occupied her entire day. She had no idea where the time had gone but she knew she had things to study for and nearly zero time to do it before her next shift at the café. The click of a shutter made her frown and look up, her eyebrows knitting together at the sight of a lens pointed in her direction. Really? Usually, she was all for supporting other people’s work and yet being told to move on with her day did little to put her in the supportive mood. “You know,” She stood up, brushing her dark locks off her shoulder. “Some might consider that stalking.”

[bellesiilva-blog1]

Hi, I’m T!  Lemme introduce to my girl Belle- your friendly neighbourhood Enigma.

Arabella “Belle” Silva. She only goes by Belle.

San Fransisco born and raised.

22. Senior. Visual Art & Art History major. The Enigma.

Enchanting and Fiery. Cunning and Aloof.

A natural born artist. Paint is her preferred medium but she also dabbles in photography, drawing, and sculpture. 

She grew up with her mother, her father MIA. In fact, she’s still not sure that her mom actually knows who her father is. That suits Belle just fine however because she and her mother have always been close and she never felt the need to have a father figure in her life, her mother provided enough of an influence. 

She’s afraid of falling into the starving artist cliché, which is why she is double majoring in Art History for a fallback.

She works at a cafe not far from campus to supplement some bills. She wasn’t born into a wealthy family and though her life was comfortable tuition is still steep for her and her mom and she doesn’t feel right asking for money. 

Ever heard Witchy Woman by The Eagles? That’s Belle.

She lives up to her label, hard to pin down and hard to understand. 

She has a lot of friends but none that are overly close. 

Adventurous, a little reckless. Will paint you like one of her french girls.

Aesthetic: nostalgia, coffee at midnight, black nail polish, drinking red wine straight from the bottle, lip biting, lavender scented candles, wrinkled white bed sheets, lightning storms, smoke rings, songs about sadness, blank canvases.

Friends, FWB, enemies, something more unique that my brain can’t produce... lets plot fam.

And if you like this I’ll slid into those dms, or you can slide into mine. Capiche?

[artogether]

[kindfairies]

[jovellyism]

[nyclocale-deactivated20170724]

she isn’t human; she is art, with a heart.

J. Iron Word (via nyclocale)

[thegoodvybe]

[fireandsteelofangels]

She’s beautiful yet cruel because she loves you with a piece of her heart and you love her with all of yours. The gods of fire and war, fierce and destructive, their hearts belong to her. You fell because a piece of her is lost and beautiful and she’s almost golden. eternally golden, eternally broken because no one’s love is enough for her.

doves eating roses by Abby S deathless gods and tragic mortals part i (via fireandsteelofangels)

[literaryhistories]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Beautiful. Autumn-raw. She must be a witch of some kind,

Velimir Khlebnikov, tr. by Gary Kern, from “The Night Before the Soviets,” (via jimiin)

[camilaqueirozfan]

[trippingeyes]

[aestheticales]