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by florastarkey
in a sleepless night i dream her collarbone is the edge of a ravine i have failed to fall into, her hands willing anchors and my heart the ocean bed, and when i wake the sky is burning, and old sailors hang their heads while each painter takes care to leave all crimson hues to the sky and paints my mouth, curving into hers, with only the softest pink.
PORTRAIT OF A KISS, A. Davida Jane (via mythaelogy)
“These two paintings, though very different, were hung as a pair when first displayed. War portrays Napoleon in exile on the island of St Helena. The isolated figure is neither demonised nor heroicised but suggests instead the futility of conflict. In verses attached to the canvas, Turner refers to the sunset as a ‘sea of blood’. Peace shows the burial at sea of his friend, the artist David Wilkie. The cool palette and saturated blacks convey the calm of Wilkie’s death, compared to Napoleon’s disgrace. Both works were roundly criticised at the time for their lack of finish.” - x
A wave crashes into a lighthouse in Porto, Portugal. The photographer was dragged by the wave and had to receive care for hypothermia, but is fine now. x
(via Каланхоэ - Цветочное настроение)
And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.
C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair (via combemagna)
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Emma Watson photographed by Carter Smith for Elle US // 2014;
by Ruveyde Oder
When I was younger there was a lot of discouraging talk: lose weight. Color your hair. Straighten your teeth. Get a tan. But I’m a firm believer in everyone being born with what they need to be attractive. In all sorts of ways. And I don’t really feel like I want to change that much by myself.
Cristina Savulescu fw15