"I never expected anyone to understand me; the beauty is in the attempt." -jdr/withinthesplendor
Color Me Curious
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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@withinthesplendor
"I never expected anyone to understand me; the beauty is in the attempt." -jdr/withinthesplendor
EtruscanCulture VII Century BC, an extraordinary Bronze Sculpture of a mythological Siren, from the ancient Necropolis of Strozzacapponi, Perugia, Umbria, Italy.
“Speak Your Heart”
Something new of mine.
Kees van Dongen (Dutch/French, 1877 - 1968) • Mme Jasmy Alvin • Before 1920 • Musée national d'art moderne, Paris
Suzuki Harunobu,
"Hares and Autumn Full Moon", ca. 1760,
Woodblock print, 11 5/8" x 8 1/4"
Morgue
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Daido Moriyama
Dog and Mesh tights
do i regret you now?
a friend asked me the other day if i ever felt like i wasted my youth trying to force together two poles of the same magnetic pull— always pushing, always resisting
i paused, watching cars blur past the window here then gone, swallowed by the rush
regret weighs heavy, they say— but what do you call the ache of recalling something so beautiful that left you in shards
no i settled, let it be
for i wouldn't know this quiet joy if i hadn’t met you
i let the wind tangle in my hair felt the bass pulse beneath my feet and knew some things don’t last yet they still matter
The Blood Knight by Maxim Bazhenov
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