[zouzbekdache]

Rouen Cathedral, Haute-Normandie

[malcolm-f-tucker]

I wish people would stop saying “It’s July. Well done for wasting half a year.” Did you make someone smile in the past six months? Did you stroke a cat or throw a stick for a dog? Did you learn a new fact or teach someone a new joke? Did you laugh, cry, scream or sing in the past six months? Because if so, congratulations for not wasting your time at all.

[warmbloodedbutch]

after experiencing “feelings” i have decided that this just isn’t for me but thank you for the opportunity

[luthienne]

Whenever my heart is bare and quivering, I feel the terrible need of someone to tell me that there is a tomorrow for all bare and quivering hearts…

Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, from Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and her private journal (via luthienne)

[analife]

Christian Dior // Haute Couture - Spring 2017

[watchoutforintellect]

And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams.

Helene Cixous, from The Book of Promethea  (tr. by Betsy Wing)

[antoniettabrandeisova]

Vanitas Flower Still Life (detail) 1656. Willem van Aelst.

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Welfenmünster Seingaden | Benjamin  Hahn

[masterpiecesindetail]

Flowers by Rachel Ruysh (1664-1750)

[luthienne]

I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —

Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)

[purplebuddhaproject]

[contemporary-art-blog]

Henrique Oliveira, Baitogogo, 2012

[theliteraryjournals]

I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin  (via theliteraryjournals)

[thelovejournals]

I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.

Wizard of Oz. Dir. Victor Fleming. (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

Why do you look sad? Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings.

Pierrot Le Fou, Dir. Jean-Luc Godard (via wordsnquotes)

[odasjfiosdf-deactivated20131019]

“Head of Medusa”, c.1617-18, Peter Paul Rubens (detail)

[theliteraryjournals]

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via theliteraryjournals)