Rising Smoke

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea (Virginia Woolf)

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by Ray Rhodes

[argonauticae]

And he borrowed mouths, leaving names Being himself nothing But a tiger’s sigh, a wolf’s music A song on a lonely road

from Seven Dungeon Songs, Ted Hughes (via rhaegartargaryen)

[musicstills]

-“I don’t know how to say goodbye. I can’t think of any words.” -“Don’t try.”

Roman Holiday (1953)

[vestatilleys]

“Pastoral, a view including W. Mason Turner and Hermine Käsebier”, 1902. (x)

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LANFRANCO, Giovanni Mary Magdalen Raised by Angels c. 1616 Oil on canvas, 109 x 78 cm Museo Nazionale di Capodimonte, Naples

[a-joyfuljourney]

Dylan Furst

[themissingslate]

This is a dream of ancestral light.

Mark J. Mitchell, A Dreamed Seascape, published in The Missing Slate  (via a-witches-brew)

[elegantwhispers]

a frosty morning

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Jean Marais, 1938, in a photo by Raymond Voinquel

[neo-catharsis]

Fallen Angel, Duane Michals, 1968

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Billy at Be Models wearing A.P.C. in Nuit Blanche, photographed by Zeb Daemen for Behind the Blinds

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I adore my own lost being, my imperfect substance, my silver set and my eternal loss

Pablo Neruda, Residence on Earth (via soracities)

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David Grossmann

[centuriespast]

The soul breaking the bonds that attach to the land Pierre-Paul Prud'hon

[hverdagsfoto]

Mist & Reflection

14 Marts 2016

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Syddanmark

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[conversationswiththelight]

helencarter

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Darkness, silence: that was the feeling

Louise Glück, from ‘Afterword’ (via advotiya-raskolnikova)