FROM ROMANCE TO REALISM

kristin | england | xxii | gryffindor | leo | ig: kristinelizabeths

[sentimentalbeing2001]

Waiting for my tulips to bloom too…

[sentimentalbeing2001]

[deadithurts]

andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”

[wintercorrybriea]

Eros & Psyche Vesta Case

[sobforsirius]

i've not been here for a hot minute but i am so sick of all of social media platforms eroding my mind and self worth that i am back to look at nice images and words for a bit

[thirdpunch]

the typa shit ive been on recently

[traveling-at-the-speed-of-l-blog]

Sarah Bernhardt, at age 21 bought her coffin, in which she would often sleep in lieu of a bed – claiming that doing so helped her understand her many tragic roles.

[mashamorevna]

collage work by paw grabowski (oejerum)

[nevver]

Lepidoptera

[peterdyckmancampbell]

so now women legally cannot even mention having been victims of domestic violence or sexual assault without it being defamation. I hope y’all demons fucking die in the most painful way imaginable.

[lilllium]

—Isabel Duarte-Gray, from Garden

[ortut]

Via

[captioningposts]

[image id: the sculpture “box n°1 - amore rapito” finished in 2015 by daniele accossato. it depicts a side view of the roman god of love, bound and shoved into a wooden shipping crate. the empty space around the god is filled with bubble wrap, as if to protect him from travel damage.

he’s sitting on his heels, with his calves and thighs touching and his ankles bound together with rope. one of his knees is pressed into the bottom of the crate, while the other is almost horizontal and nearly touching his chest, which has been pushed down.

his wings are bound together with rope behind his back, as are his wrists, causing his arms to strain and his fists to clench. his head is turned to face the viewer directly. there is a piece of silver duct tape covering his mouth, although his nose remains free. his brow is slightly furrowed, and his eyes convey an overwhelming sense of despair.

photo credit: james nova photography; sourced through {flickr}

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[artschoolglasses]

Sketch of a Bound Man, John Singer Sargent, 1917-21

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Although I may not be yours, I can never be another’s.”

— Mary Shelley, from a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley written c. July 1814

[nemfrog]

Nightingale. A short history of birds & beasts. 1828.

Internet Archive

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“Oyster Shell Ghosts” (liquid emulsion on shells) by Tina Rowe

“This work in the baldest terms comes from a series of negatives that were found at a car boot sale. I have printed them on oyster shells that were discarded into the Thames over many years. I like the literalness of printing a discarded thing on another discarded thing and the work that was needed to reveal the images from difficult negatives.”

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Joseph Mallord William Turner

[shisasan]

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹