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22 May 13
colourthysoul:

Gustave Moreau - Galathea, detail (ca. 1896)

colourthysoul:

Gustave Moreau - Galathea, detail (ca. 1896)

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21 May 13
billowy:

1922

billowy:

1922

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poboh:

Moonlight, 1889, Henri-Joseph Harpignies. French (1819 - 1916)

poboh:

Moonlight, 1889, Henri-Joseph Harpignies. French (1819 - 1916)

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natgeofound:

The Johanneskirche Protestant Church reflects on the water in Stuttgart, Germany, August 1928.Photograph by Hans Hildenbrand, National Geographic

natgeofound:

The Johanneskirche Protestant Church reflects on the water in Stuttgart, Germany, August 1928.
Photograph by Hans Hildenbrand, National Geographic

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c0ssette:

Gerrit van Honthorst - Saint Sebastian,detail, ca.1623.

c0ssette:

Gerrit van Honthorst - Saint Sebastian,detail, ca.1623.

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amare-habeo:

Meret Oppenheim (1913–1985)
Fur Mitts (Pelzhandschuhe), 1936
Bank Austria Kunstforum

amare-habeo:

Meret Oppenheim (1913–1985)

Fur Mitts (Pelzhandschuhe), 1936

Bank Austria Kunstforum

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20 May 13

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fletchingarrows:

ghostly grapes

fletchingarrows:

ghostly grapes

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Thus as his body set him free more and more in his mind, he took to spending less and less time in the light, spitting at the breakers of the world; and less in the half light, where the choice of bliss introduced an element of effort; and more and more in the dark, in the will-lessness, a mote in its absolute freedom.

Samuel Beckett, Murphy

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Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh