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philosophy and lit.

[toneburst]

Sculptures at St. Isaak’s Cathedral in St. Petersburg, Russia, are silhouetted by the rising full moon. Photo by Dmitry Lovetsky

[shisasan]

November 22, 1912 Max Brod to Felice Bauer Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[dalals]

Victorian decorated chancel ceiling, Church of St. Helen, Brant Broughton, Lincolnshire

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[justsomeguycore]

#mycorner #mymonstrousneeds

[dreamsofhades]

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

[desultory-suggestions]

I hope you are kind to your body today, even if you don't think you deserve it.

[justlifewelle]

Well, it's almost that magical time of season before the cold of winter comes! 🤎

[dreamsofhades]

credits to the original owner

[bebs-art-gallery]

Eros and the Fates (1908)

— by Julius Kronberg

[dreamsofhades]

red

[ancientsstudies]

Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum by simret.jpg.

[poetic-questions]

from "Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939-1947)"

[threeamserif]

instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

[dreamsofhades]

diogenes (proceed with caution)

[dreamsofhades]

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.

[dreamsofhades]

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"

[dreamsofhades]

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