Moonlight is bleeding out of your soul

“Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see. ”

[argentoalmoure]

Arduino Cantafora 2016 painting

(Milano, 8 novembre 1945) è un pittore e architetto italiano

[p-aupiere]

In general we no longer understand architecture...[An] atmosphere of inexhaustible meaningfulness hung about [an ancient] building like a magic veil. Beauty entered the system only secondarily, without impairing the basic feeling of uncanny sublimity, of sanctification by magic or the gods' nearness. At most the beauty tempered the dread - but this dread was the prerequisite everywhere.

Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

[redlipstickresurrected]

Maria Wagner (Austrian, b. 1986, Austria, based Vienna, Austria) - Benedicere VII from Benedicere, Photography

[artist-dechirico]

The Enigma of the Arrival and the Afternoon, 1912, Giorgio de Chirico

Medium: oil,canvas

[juliusnielsen]

From the thesis

[oscillationindigo]

louis kahn, national assembly of bangladesh 

[met-american-decor]

Sample by Associated Artists via American Decorative Arts

Medium: Printed and woven cotton velvet

Gift of Mrs. Boudinot Keith, 1928 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/14008

[redlipstickresurrected]

Conrad Roset (Spanish, b. 1984, Terrassa, Spain) - Pentinnette  Paintings

[peterholliday]

Findhorn, 2014.

[your-lovers-and-drifters]

[p-aupiere]

Over the years I'd lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover, put him on ice, stuffed him with memories and mothballs like a hunted ornament confabulating with the ghost of all my evenings. I'd dust him off from time to time and then put him back on the mantelpiece. He no longer belonged to earth or to life. All I was likely to discover at this point wasn't just how distant were the paths we'd taken, it was the measure of loss that was going to strike me--a loss I didn't mind thinking about in abstract terms but which would hurt when stared at in the face, the way nostalgia hurts long after we've stopped thinking of things we lost and may never have cared for.

André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name 

[voulair]

[matthieuvenot]

Matthieu Venot l 2017

[helloacademy]

[thelovejournals]

We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more, quiet and dark and unspeaking and unthinking and then like a shower of meteors on a cold night, we went to sleep.

Ernest Hemingway, True At First Light  (via wordsnquotes)

[architectureofdoom]

Bunkerdorp Den Hoorn on the island of Texel, the Netherlands. After WWII, former Atlanktikwall bunkers were reused as small villages.

[rickkanelives]

started a new book!!