lampoona

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[echo-temporis]

Evening Sun by Jane Kenyon

[stonechild]

time passes so quickly, please try to enjoy where you are right now.

[soldier-of-death]

im only attracted to worthy opponents

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Concept art for Peter Pan (1953) by Mary Blair

[random-brushstrokes]

Heinrich Anton Heger - A castle interior with a figure (1882)

[brian4rmthe6]

[poemmedicine]

This is the Time to Be Slow

John O’Donohue

This is the time to be slow, Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubt Scrape from your heart All sense of yourself And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous, Time will come good; And you will find your feet Again on fresh pastures of promise, Where the air will be kind And blushed with beginning.

[bmasiac]

Richard Nadler

[huariqueje]

Wish - Mia Bergeron , 2025.

American, b. 1979   -    

Oil on panel , 11 x 14 in.

[expressions-of-nature]

Olympic National Park, WA by Patricia Thomas

[classicalcanvas]

The music lesson (1665) by Johannes Vermeer

[typhlonectes]

Kawase Hasui (Japanese, 1883-1957) - "Rain at Ushibori" 1929

Woodblock print

[zegalba]

Kawase Hasui: Pagoda at Honmon Temple (1954)

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[miamaimania]

Andy Dixon’s ‘Sotheby’s (Fred Leighton)’ - a haunting blend of architectural grandeur and modernist sensibilities, captured on canvas.

[aristotlemcdonald]

Night Walk

The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper — finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.