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Harbour at Night by Constantinos Volanakis (Greek, 1837â1907)
Orestes Pursued by the Furies, 1921, John Singer Sargent
Medium: oil,canvas
George Barbier (1882-1932), âLa PĂŠcheresseâ by Henri de RĂŠgnier, 1924 Source
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unicorn hunters on Tinder be like âooh come fuck my husband ;)â go fuck your own damn husband
Next Up fo me: Saint Narcissus! https://www.instagram.com/p/BwVdmJGADch/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yisb8j2fuh3p
Mary Queen of Scots (2018), dir. Josie Rourke
Nancy Charak
from the series Caput Mortuum  here and here  more
Nancy Charak
from the series Tendrils  via  more
Are you happier? Are you in love? Are you writing?
Vita Sackville-West, in a letter to Violet Trefusis, July 1942 (via dearestvita)
Du côtÊ de la côte (Agnès Varda, 1958)
Julia Ducournau and Garance Marillier at Cannes Film Festival, 2016
Photographed by AurÊlie Lamachère
Sidney Herbert Sime (1865-1941), âSlidâ, âThe Gods of Peganaâ by Lord Dunsany, 1911 Source
Nostalghia (1983), dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
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Let us tear apart the tough thick skin of the ripe pomegranate and split the seedy fruit in twoâah, how wet and good to the love-parched mouthâhow cool on the naked breast and knees drips now the clear bright blood of the crushed pomegranate.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a journal entry, c. 1921 (via dearestvita)