Gossamer

Cristina | 29 | sagittarius

[mysteriousartcentury]

Arnold Böcklin

[wherethelostboysmet]

Did some solo exploring while visiting friends in Boston and found this little book shop near one of the gardens. I guess I live in this alley now?

ig: wherethelostboysmet

[greengableslover]

Miss Elizabeth, are you looking for someone. No. No, not at all. I was just admiring the general splendour.

[weltenwellen]

Catherine Gildiner, Good Morning, Monster: Five Heroic Journeys to Emotional Recovery

[shisasan]

Lord Frederic Leighton, Light of the Harem (details) 1880 

[thewinedarksea]

mythology moodboards: jentil

a race of giants in basque mythology. they are considered to be the builder of the megalithic monuments. 

requested by anon

[artist-caravaggio]

Denial of Saint Peter, 1610, Caravaggio

Medium: oil,canvas

[glazedeye-s]

Bibury, Cotswolds (England).

[weltenwellen]

Catherine Gildiner, Good Morning, Monster: Five Heroic Journeys to Emotional Recovery

[ofbooksandbread-deactivated2025]

[moradadabeleza]

Thomas Benjamin Kennington 

“Pandora”, 1908

[kikicolors]

trapped in the fade

[blighted-elf]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard | Official Gameplay Reveal

[simena]

On the Edge - Aleks Stoller

[bebemoon]

jean paul gaultier x simone rocha couture spring 2o24 .

[lovecrumbss]

"How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! You said in your heart, 'I will ascend to heaven; above the stars of God I will set my throne on high; I will sit on the mount of assembly in the far reaches of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.' But you are brought down to Sheol, to the far reaches of the pit. Those who see you will stare at you and ponder over you: 'Is this the man who made the earth tremble, who shook kingdoms, who made the world like a desert and overthrew its cities, who did not let his prisoners go home?' (Isaiah 14:12-17)

[forestlore]

“This sadness is nothing but the gentle music of passing things, and without it, whatever is beautiful does not touch us.”

— Hermann Hesse, from Wandering; “Noon Rest” (via fairywasteland)