The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail.
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The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail.
The blood moon is framed by the statues of Hera and Apollo in Athens, 27 July 2018 (x)
“Just because we’re not talking, doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”
“The very first day we met, you planted a seed in my heart which has since grown to be an almighty oak tree and sometimes when I stand back and look at you in all your glory, my heart genuinely aches at your beauty. The strangest part is I didn’t go looking for a love this deep rooted, it was fate that led me directly to you; I run my hands over the bark one day and there were your initials.”
— and my love for you continues to grow every single day.
Children Reading. Felix Schlesinger (German, 1833-1910). Oil on panel.
Schlesinger’s gentle images of children playing as well as his domestic interior scenes were very much in vogue with art patrons throughout Europe and the US. In part, this reflected the new understanding of childhood as a special time of life that began with the late 18th century writings of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, but soon became the standard in many aristocratic homes throughout Europe.
“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.””
— Oscar Wilde
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
Carl Sagan
Haute Couture alphabet: Elie Saab s/s 2014
elie saab ily
I speak for the people when I say this man really needs an Oscar
conceal
don’t feel
don’t let them know
He actually looks like he wants to scream. Imagine when he finally does win an Oscar tho like he has the right to make the sassiest fucking acceptance speach ever. That or he’ll cry his face off. But I can see him being like “finally you jerks” *cries and walks off*
this actually makes me really sad
the world is incredible. there are girls in this world, and there are also dogs. you can put melted cheese on any type of potato. sometimes flowers grow even when nobody is there to water them. right now on this same planet where we live there are people who are in love with each other kissing each other on the nose. emotions and colours are both things that exist. everything is so great
Has anybody ever actually gotten salmonella from eating raw cookie dough or are people just trying to stop me from living my life
Candida Hofer - Libraries (published 2005)
Hello, is it me you're looking for?'Cause I wonder where you are And I wonder what you do Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?Tell me how to win your heart For I haven't got a clue But let me start by saying I love you...
*applause*