art is a way of life

|| 18 || greek || he/him || queer ||

[atzatzoukalia]

το να κυκλοφορώ στο σπίτι μόνο με το βρακι>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[epiviwsh]

Να με βλέπουν οι γείτονες<<<<<<<<<<<<

[daweyt]

Maurice (1987) dir. James Ivory.

[daweyt]

You can find my list of comfort films here:

A STRANGE KIND OF COMFORT.

Films that I find to be very calming. They're not always explicitly joyful, funny or extravagant, but they give me a certain sense of safety

[daweyt]

“You live for truth and, by extentions, love all that is cold.”

— Louise Glück, from “The Wild Iris; Lamium”, published. c. 1992.

[hideback]

Rene Magritte (Belgian, 1898-1967)

Melusine’s Window, 1953

The Golden Ring, n.d.

[makeuphall]

[drxgonfly]

Autumn Boardwalk (by Andrew Wagner)

Photographer’s Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | 500px

[villassium]

[plantveins]

Get you a man who can worship and ruin you at the same time.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Works by Bathoriya

This artist on Instagram // RedBubble // ArtStation

[filmset-boulevard]

“ Don't dream it, be it. ”

–The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975, Jim Sharman)

[detailedart]

A sample of haunting and troubling gifs of famous paintings. (Via giphy.com) From the artwork Beauty, by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro.

[artthatremindsmeofhannibalnbc]

Megan Mitchell, Gash, 2012 Mixed media

[praying]

GIF by all-the-daisies-in-her-hair

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[a-poets-darling]

I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.

Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals

(picture credit 1: Original

picture credit 2: Pinterest)

[a-poets-darling]

Often rebuked, yet always back returning To

those first feelings that were born with me,

And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning.

For idle dreams of things that cannot be.

To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region

Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear

And visions rising, legion after legion,

Bring the unreal world too strangely near.

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,

And not in paths of high morality,

And not among the half-distinguished faces,

The clouded forms of long-past history.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading

It vexes me to choose another guide:

Where the gray flocks in ferny glens are feeding

Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?

More glory and more grief than I can tell:

The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling

Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.

Emily Brontë

(I heard this stanza at a podcast and since then it's stuck in my head, I really can not get it out of my head)

[jimadere]

Do I have to be more genderfluid to be non binary?