never do any sort of collaborative storytelling with your friends youll get addicted for life

if i look back, i am lost
Claire Keane

⁂

★
Stranger Things
official daine visual archive
sheepfilms

ellievsbear
🪼
d e v o n
Peter Solarz
wallacepolsom
taylor price
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Kaledo Art

Discoholic 🪩
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Cosmic Funnies
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
cherry valley forever

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from China
seen from Australia

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia

seen from Chile
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@imfromwhoville
never do any sort of collaborative storytelling with your friends youll get addicted for life
"Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart."
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Sorrow"
And so when you have lost everything, no more roads, no direction, no fixed signs, no ground, no thoughts able to resist other thoughts, when you are lost, beside yourself, and you continue getting lost, when you become the panicky movement of getting lost, then, that’s when, where you are unwoven weft, flesh that lets strangeness come through, defenseless being, without resistance, without batten, without skin, inundated with otherness, it’s in these breathless times that writings traverse you, songs of an unheard-of purity flow through you, addressed to no one, they well up, surge forth, from the throats of your unknown inhabitants, these are the cries that death and life hurl in their combat.
Hélène Cixous, "Coming to Writing" and Other Essays
Beautiful~
“Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890.
‘der wanderer über dem nebelmeer’ by caspar david friedrich (1818) / in the flesh (2013)
Farmers harvesting incense sticks. (2023) Location: Quang Phu Cau Village, Hanoi, Vietnam
Heathers (1988) dir. Michael Lehmann
Isabelle Huppert photographed by Txema Yeste for Vanity Fair France
419 | Spent some time at the gorgeous Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston ✨
Currently Listening - Ghosts, The Head and the Heart
“Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.” — Sylvia Plath
Selected works by Tang Wei Min (唐伟民).
Tang Wei Min was born in Yong Zhou, Hunan Province in 1971. He graduated from the Art Department of Hunan Standard College, where he majored in Oil Painting in 1991. Since then he has worked as a professional oil painter.
Tang is inspired by remains - what lives, leaves, and is left behind thereafter. Many of Tang’s works depict beautiful, young women, yet their beauty is unfailingly ornamented - weighed down with the symbols of culture and tradition. The motif of cultural decoration appears to be rooted in Tang’s visit to the Mawangdui Museum in Changsha, China. There, he saw the tomb of a West Han Dynasty princess, and in it, a beautiful mummy, surrounded by finery and the trappings of wealth. According to Tang, her image sparked a revelation that “everything disappears with… death”, and “only the treasury… left is silently telling… [a] story”. Tang’s artistic portfolio is perhaps his own way of establishing the weight of existence - securing a legacy that will outlive him beyond the grave.
Follow sinθ magazine for more daily posts about Sino arts and culture.
You thought you could be Mrs. de Winter, live in her house, walk in her steps, take the things that were hers! But she's too strong for you.
REBECCA — 1940. dir, alfred hitchcock.
Նռան գույնը (Цвет граната, The Color of Pomegranates), 1969, Sergei Parajanov
museums should be open till like midnight, i don't want to go to the club i want to go look at art or fossils.