[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[apoemaday]

"Fall, leaves, fall..."

by Emily Brontë

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day.

[oldpaintings]

Apotheosis, 1901 by Sergius Hruby (Austrian, 1869--1943)

[qwertgfx]

Ready for summer?

[ghostssmoke]

This is not a place of honor.

[art-history-rewritten]

"The Lady of Shalapawt" by John Whiskers Waterhouse

[itisbw]

Émile Zola’s photograph of Manet’s Portrait of Émile Zola installed above Zola’s fireplace, 1900 source

[polkadotmotmot]

Claire Burbridge - Tree Study 2 (Triptych), 2019

[classicdavinci]

Mihri Müşfik Hanım, Mirror Eye, 1926

[f4ggydog]

me because I have an unhealthy addiction to characters being evil

[turtleduck-inc]

"that character has done bad things"

i was already into them, you don't need to sell em to me more.

[cyberneticnightmares]

saw an elderly woman walking around with a tote bag whose design were the four AO3 fic category squares and she very excitedly asked if i was a reader or a writer bcs nobody else at the con had recognized it, and after telling her that i've been writing fic since fanfic.net, she solemnly nodded and explained that she'd been reading fic since "the days of personal websites" but that she only started writing fanfic when she was 47 and oh my god when i tell you that i genuinely teared up on the spot!!!!! like!!! HELL YEAH???? LITERALLY NEVER TOO OLD TO START WRITING. NEVER TOO OLD TO WRITE AND SHARE YOUR FIC.

her enthusiastic "i'm a very nice and bubbly person, i swear! but i love writing angst and major character death :)" nearly took me the fuck out.

icon. legend. diva. i wish her nothing but a kajillion million comments and kudos. i hope her fic updates crash AO3. i hope she knows i'm promoting her to my personal patron saint of AO3.

[classicalcanvas]

Still Life - French Novels and Rose (1888) by Vincent van Gogh

[iamjapanese]

Chen Ming-Shan（陳明善 Chinese, 1933-2019）

北海一角 1987 watercolor 54 x 74.5cm via

[oldpaintings]

Cathédrale et décombres nocturnes by Gustave Fraipont (Belgian-born French, 1849--1923) 

[apoemaday]

I Don't Know How Many Souls I Have

by Fernando Pessoa tr. Richard Zenith

I don’t know how many souls I have. I’ve changed at every moment. I always feel like a stranger. I’ve never seen or found myself. From being so much, I have only soul. A man who has soul has no calm. A man who sees is just what he sees. A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. Each of my dreams and each desire Belongs to whoever had it, not me. I am my own landscape, I watch myself journey -- Various, mobile, and alone. Here where I am I can’t feel myself.

That’s why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?” God knows, because he wrote it.

[kosmogrl]

[kosmogrl]

[halewoods]

[oldpaintings]

The human enigma, c.1900, by Giorgio Kienerk (Italian, 1869--1948)