ART ABOUT IT

pre-raphaelisme:

Dolce Far Niente by John William Godward, 1897.
Aug 30

pre-raphaelisme:

Dolce Far Niente by John William Godward, 1897.


Moonlight, William Turner.
Aug 29

Moonlight, William Turner.

(Source: my-water-lilies)

musts:

Untitled by Jonathan Minto
Aug 29

musts:

Untitled by Jonathan Minto

(via theuniverseworks)

Aug 29

(Source: theuniverseworks, via incensus)

"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."

- Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via kushandwizdom)

(via matunchi)

Aug 29

"You found me, mouth like a pomegranate picking flowers in my mother’s field. An invitation of sorts. You took it as one and spent five months thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth. I think the Earth changed the day we met, It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth and swallow me whole It had been waiting for the cup of your palm around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby you said “let me show you what flowers look like from the earth up.” and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers, show me your dead, show me your fingers.” My mother warned me about gods like you, hungry, greedy gods like you all desire and no thought all want and no logic I was the same. I skipped with you into hell Artemis knows dragged, I know this: I held my arms outwards and let you tie them so softly that I asked what they were made of and you said “prayers.” We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed furious kisses we kissed like we were starving, kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell I decorated your dark with flowers and sat on your lap and fed you petals. It makes me burn when they say “Hades stole Persephone.” and I tell them “No. I stole him.”"

- Azra.T “Persephone”  (via zarhooie)

(via fyeahgreekmythology)

Aug 28

"You are not your age, Nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, Or the colour of your hair. You are not your name, Or the dimples in your cheeks, You are all the books you read, And all the words you speak, You are the croaky morning voice, And the smiles you try to hide, You’re the sweetness in your laughter, And every tear you’ve cried, You’re the songs you sing so loudly, When you know you’re all alone, You’re the places that you’ve been to, And the one that you call home, You’re the things that you believe in, And the people that you love, You’re the photos in your bedroom, And the future you dream of, You’re made of so much beauty, But it seems that you forgot, When you decided that you were defined, By all the things you’re not."

- Ernest Hemingway (via rasputinmaxim)

Aug 28

"Whoever wants music instead of noise, Joy instead of pleasure, Soul instead of gold, Creative work instead of business, Passion instead of foolery, Finds no home in this trivial world of ours."

- Hermann Hesse (via rasputinmaxim)

Aug 27
centuriesbehind:

The library of Lord Byron, in his palazzo in Pisa, Italy.
Aug 27

centuriesbehind:

The library of Lord Byron, in his palazzo in Pisa, Italy.

(Source: indecoroustaste.com, via literatureismyutopia)

"So be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact. And remember that life’s A Great Balancing Act. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed) Kid, you’ll move mountains."

- Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go! (via kushandwizdom)

(via laughter-is-the-best-medicine)

Aug 27