soul

I search and search, yet I am lost.

[itsaspringthing]

[modnomad]

[the-sunflower-one]

Yellow flower

[davidlowery]

Marie Antoinette (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola

[vacantinkandprettypink-deactiva]

“He took pieces of me I had not known were for the taking, and in the aftermath, I stared at carnage, searching for reason. I hurt for a while. I hated him for a while, but the truth is, if he had not hurt me, someone else would have. Childlike innocence cannot last forever. Children are good. I was kind, and then, I was not for a while. I stared at humanity with suspicion, until I looked in the mirror one day and did not know who or what I had become. To be kind is natural. To love is natural, until one day, we find ourselves unable, and in those moments, you will find yourself so very cold. But one day you will heal. One day you will stare at your own hands with wonder that they can be warm without the touch of another, that their heat burns from within. You will find that true strength lies not in being kind in ignorance, but in being kind despite knowing suffering. To love like this; in those moments, you will know what it means to be human.”

— V.I.P.P.

[itscolossal]

A Neoclassical Girl Towers Over Memphis in a Seven-Story Wheatpaste by Julien de Casabianca 

[everydaylouie]

decay

[artist-botticelli]

The Virgin from The Virgin and Child with Saint John and an Angel, 1490, Sandro Botticelli

[rebelwhodoesntknow]

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, now in quarantine

[artist-boldini]

Portrait of Lina Cavalieri, 1901, Giovanni Boldini

Medium: oil,canvas

[artist-boldini]

Profile of a Young Woman, Giovanni Boldini

Medium: oil,panel

[jilkos]

Leonard Mushiete by Karim Sadli

For Vogue Italia Jan 2018

[introvertedguys]

And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[english-idylls]

Anna Karina (The Wedding Ring, 1970).

[ccchardonnayyy]

The Stars Above The Sea

Far, far away one mystery greets

Another vast and high,

The infinite of waters meets

The infinite of sky.

The stars are singing hymns of calm

Above the sea’s unrest;

Can ever that majestic psalm

Dwell in the ocean’s breast?

What far horizon dim and low

The sweet solution finds,

Where earth’s tumultuous yearnings know

The peace of heavenly minds?

And still the sky’s imperial grace

The tossing ocean mars;

We cannot see the meeting place,

But we can see the stars.

– Amos Russel Wells

[loumargi]

Franz Xaver Winterhalter (German, 1805-1873)Details from Florinda, 1853.

[cynsyllables]

"When everything reminds you of some sort of pain you had endured, where is your respite?"

— Cynthia Chapman