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[broccolitcelli]

Elisabeth/Noah ; the end is the beginning

[like-what-deactivated20171227]

how morally corrupt is your 19th century love interest on a scale of “aloof rich guy who doesn’t know how to express his feelings” to “has a secret wife in the attic” and “tries to dig up your grave so he can embrace your dead body”

[ninazenika]

She remembered how to kill and how to hate, but she’d forgotten how to grow.

[inderacinable]

لا أستطيع أن أكتبَ عن دمشق، دون أن يُعرِّشَ الياسمين على أصابعي. ‏ ولا أستطيع أن أنطقَ اسمها، دون أن يكتظَّ فمي بعصير .المشمش، والرمان، والتوت، والسفرجل - I cannot write about Damascus, without the jasmine climbing on my fingers. I cannot say Her name, without my mouth getting overcrowded with apricot juice, blackberries and quince.

Nizar Qabbani, A Green Lantern on Damascus’ Door (via lesgardenias)

[bazaardotco]

what wall?, eric owen moss, 1998 | culver city, california

ig: phdonohue

[asherself1]

Call Me By Your Name (2017) Dir. Luca Guadagnino

[theleoisallinthemind]

[itscolossal]

100 Fiberglass and Resin Skulls Fill a Room at the National Gallery of Victoria in Melbourne

[afirethorn-deactivated20201123]

Helene Cixous. I was obsessed with this for a long time / obsession as a way of seeing / obsession as a working method / a dream we all know.

[mrhoneybunny]

Andy Dixon

“Venus Painting”

2017, 70″ x 51″

[austinkleon]

“A Map of Nowhere Showing Everything”: Andre’s Plan & Map Drawing (1891) | Making Maps: DIY Cartography

Filed under: maps

[mercurialhigh-deactivated202010]

“How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one’s capacity to endure it.“

[danaitsouloufa]

Danai Tsouloufa . 2012

[j--moriarty]

// the napoleon of crime

[newlorian-deactivated20180121]

UNRAVEL3

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Visit Original Link

Midnight Door, “Everybody Is Dreaming,” Tomorrow Was (The Cello Quartets) LP (Music Is The Road Records, 2011)

Composer: Luke Janela

[mxtyro]

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via arebirthofwonder)