Atlas portulan attribué à Battista Agnese. Petit portulan, avec légendes latines et italiennes, c. 1501-1600. Bibliothèque nationale de France
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we're not kids anymore.
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occasionally subtle
YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Andulka

Love Begins

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cherry valley forever
todays bird
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Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor

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Atlas portulan attribué à Battista Agnese. Petit portulan, avec légendes latines et italiennes, c. 1501-1600. Bibliothèque nationale de France
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Amphitrite on a sea bull, Cameo: 1st century BC or AD, mount: 17 and century, Empire romain
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The Eye of Silence (1943) Max Ernst, oil on canvas, 108 x 141 cm
The music lesson (1665) by Johannes Vermeer
Gold inlaid sapphire and ruby 'Phoenix' hairpins, Ming Dynasty, 31st year of the Wanli reign (1603)
Courtesy Alain Truong
Shelter. 30x40cm. | Copyright @ Xijiu
The vision of Saint Eustace, after Albrecht Dürer, oil on an oak panel, Netherlands, ca. 1530
Artcurial
Will Wilson (American,b.1957)
Grapes, 1988
Oil on linen
Tiles
Raymond Materson
Metamorphosis III
Picture stitched from the threads of unraveled socks.
The Fabric of Myth
American Primitive Archives
flash for fun
More Windows 3.1 games, Simcity Classic and Indy Desktop Adventures
had a dream that I met a wizard and we fell in love and became unhealthily attached to each other so we decided to meld into one single creature together but the process was horrifically slow and painful and most of the dream was us lying in bed holding hands while lesions opened up in our skin and seeped out blue and green fluid and the wizard said "this is going to take a very very long time" and I said "that's ok"
We have been silent witnesses of evil deeds; we have been drenched by many storms; we have learnt the arts of equivocation and pretence; experience has made us suspicious of others and kept us from being truthful and open; intolerable conflicts have worn us down and even made us cynical. Are we still of any use? What we shall need is not geniuses, or cynics, or misanthropes, or clever tacticians, but plain, honest, and straightforward men. Will our inward power of resistance be strong enough, and our honesty with ourselves remorseless enough, for us to find our way back to simplicity and straightforwardness?
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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