Of the Sublime

Elena Desha

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Spring finally 🌱

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John William Waterhouse. 1896. Hylas and the Nymphs details.

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Summer days ahead

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Just exquisite! Incredible charcoal graphite on paper work by John Fenerov  . . . #beautifulbizarremagazine #charcoaldrawing #johnfenerov #portrait #realism #figurativerealism

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mutuals this winter we are all doing this

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At Derick’s house dinner time ~ 6th of May 2022

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Από την καλύτερη νύχτα της ζωής μου δεν υπάρχουν ούτε φωτογραφίες,ούτε τσεκιν,ούτε στόρι στο instagram.Υπάρχουν μόνο αναμνήσεις,αναμνήσεις και χαρά που μείνανε σε εκείνες τις ξαπλώστρες με μπύρες και τα κύματα που σκάγανε δίπλα,ένα βράδυ του Ιούλη.

-ελπίζω να τις έχεις ακόμα μέσα σου

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This is Hale Bopp Comet.

I took these pictures from my garden during spring 1997.

Those were the days…

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Serge Horta (b. 1978, based Hong Kong) - My Neighbours No.2 from My Neighbours’ Series, Photography

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“Ophelia”

Oil on Canvas

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All these years I learnt to be content with myself, no expectations, no needs, living in abundance. When love though has a face everything seems so much more beautiful.

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Summer2014

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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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13Feb2022 ~ Firenze ~ living in the now