if I found out I was prophesied to kill my father, fuck my mother, and bring a curse upon my city, I would simply move to a different city and leave my parents behind to avoid it.
by zeus this can’t be happening
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if I found out I was prophesied to kill my father, fuck my mother, and bring a curse upon my city, I would simply move to a different city and leave my parents behind to avoid it.
by zeus this can’t be happening
John Singer Sargent, Carnation, Lily, lily, Rose (detail)
1885-86
androgyny and gender non-conformity, perceived by an abstract painter in 1915
landscape studies (2020)
shop: suhaylah.bigcartel.com instagram: @suhaylah.h
dad making pomegranate juice
The Cherries - Louis Valtat 1926
French 1869 - 1952
Oil on canvas,10 ½ by 13 ¾ in.; 27 by 35 cm
Every time I wrote your name, I lied. Every time I wrote your name, it was the truth.
1.Clarice Lispector | 2.Nickie Zimov | 3.Warsan Shire | 4.Pablo Neruda | 5.Madeline Miller | 6.Nickie Zimov | 7.Madeline Miller | 8.Vincent van Gogh | 9.James Joyce | 10.Nick Lantz | 11.Ocean Vuong | 12.Nickie Zimov | 13.Richard Brautigan | 14.Keaton St. James
artist: miranda sofroniou
How will the world end?
it’s genuinely not something i think too much about. there are people to love and dishes to do in the meantime.
“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
- 28, Agust D (2020)
The sunset, Ivan Aivazovsky, 1866
Exams are over, that means i can finally get to the books ive bought a month ago yeaahahshyhahah
Mesa Selimovic, Death and the Dervish (1966)
Remember?
You used to say:
“Jack London,
Money,
Love and ardor,”–
I saw one thing only:
You were La Gioconda,
Which had to be stolen!
And someone stole you.
- Vladimir Mayakovsky, A Cloud in Trousers (1914)
Solar Eclipse, Japan 1887
this made me cry
Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem for the human soul...the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.
pat barker
I wonder what they found when they cut him open. Wings, I bet. I bet they found wings.
sam sax
unknown poses — taxidermied bird skins mounted in glass
The photographs shown here are directly related to the DS&vT taxidermy process, which requires enormous patience and dedication. Before being mounted, the animal, reptile and bird skins are carefully bathed to ensure they are as clean and bright as possible. While these empty skins float in the soapy water, they seem to be revived back into life, performing a sort of graceful water ballet. Sinke and van Tongeren wanted to capture the magic of this poetic and mesmerising effect in these bold and spectacular photographs. The first collection of DS&vT photographic prints was released last year and bought avidly by collectors, including Damien Hirst who paid tribute to their artistic vision by investing in a complete set. Its success inspired Sinke and van Tongeren to explore the concept further, striving for poses that are – as the titles suggest – Unknown. The paradox is that these floating skins achieve compositions that are equal to the beauty of the original creature, but in a sense exist in a parallel plane to them.
There’s a glass ceiling on this transparent coffin / When we got a hammer it is really nothing / And is this feeling in my stomach butterflies? / I must have eaten caterpillars all of my life
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