Sculptures at St. Isaak’s Cathedral in St. Petersburg, Russia, are silhouetted by the rising full moon. Photo by Dmitry Lovetsky
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Sculptures at St. Isaak’s Cathedral in St. Petersburg, Russia, are silhouetted by the rising full moon. Photo by Dmitry Lovetsky
November 22, 1912 Max Brod to Felice Bauer Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
Victorian decorated chancel ceiling, Church of St. Helen, Brant Broughton, Lincolnshire
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
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water, water everywhere
and all the boards did shrink
water, water everywhere
nor any drop to drink
- The Rime of The Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I hope you are kind to your body today, even if you don't think you deserve it.
Well, it's almost that magical time of season before the cold of winter comes! 🤎
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Eros and the Fates (1908)
— by Julius Kronberg
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Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum by simret.jpg.
from "Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939-1947)"
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In his last days, suffering from a fatal tumor, Ludwig Wittgenstein made friends with Mrs Bevan, with whom he would go to a pub every night at 6pm. She would drink porto and a nearby ficus would have whatever drink Wittgenstein would order.
Now you come back every summer like a carnivorous flower
And I stare at your hands in the heat and I
Think that you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
Florence + The Machine, "The Bomb"
Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that shows dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.
from The Secret History by Donna Tartt