TYTANKHAMON

[trulyvincent]

Alexei Vasilievich Hanzen (Russian, 1876 - 1937)

[xsztuka]

[dappledwithshadow]

Emil Nolde

[tytankhamon-blog]

I'm not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together--it doesn't mean I know how to speak about the tings that matter most to me." "But you're doing it now--in a way." "Yes, in a way--that's how I always say things: in a way.” ― André Aciman

[tytankhamon-blog]

“Everyone goes through a period of Traviamento - when we take, say, a different turn in life, the other via. Dante himself did. Some recover, some pretend to recover, some never come back, some chicken out before even starting, and some, for fear of taking any turns, find themselves leading the wrong life all life long.” ― André Aciman

[aqqindex]

Sandro Chia

[icreatewhatibelieve]

Everything you’ll ever need to know is within you; the secrets of the universe are imprinted on the cells of your body.

Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior (via icreatewhatibelieve)

[h-abibti]

I always felt like I could do anything- that’s the main thing people are controlled by, thoughts, their perceptions of themselves. If you’re taught you can’t do anything, you won’t do anything. I was taught I could do everything.

Kanye West (& Why You Should Change Your Perception)  (via h-abibti)

[thomassaliot]

Last night the DJ save my life 150/130cm Oil on canvas

[thomassaliot]

Waiting for my wave 156/100cm Oil on canvas

[artist-matisse]

Landscape viewed from a Window, Henri Matisse

Medium: oil,canvas

https://www.wikiart.org/en/henri-matisse/landscape-viewed-from-a-window-1913

[thomassaliot]

Sunny Close up Eye / Oil on canvas

[tytankhamon-blog]

In those long nights, old cars Back roads and the boneyards You drop the pedal like a holy roller Sheriff of Hell couldn’t pull you over Tough girl from the bad town Brought up not to stay down Sweet tea, white lightning Breaking hearts and not minding

[samisoffthewall]

[spencerniemetz]

Explore

[whataprettystranger]

[breathingvioletfog]

Philip Govedare, Excavation #6, 2010

[duskwayfarer]

[duskwayfarer]

Rest in peace, starman

[ourladyofperpetualwandering]

That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write ‘Fuck you’ right under your nose. Try it sometime. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it’ll say 'Holden Caulfield’ on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under it’ll say 'Fuck you.’ I’m positive, in fact.

Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (via catcherinthesly)