There is no life I know

To compare with pure imagination.
Had a nightmare, and it was beautifully whimsical. Writing it down. Could be interesting. See our heroes run. #ideas #sleepingproblems #dontjudge (at The Desk of Charles Joseph)

Had a nightmare, and it was beautifully whimsical. Writing it down. Could be interesting. See our heroes run. #ideas #sleepingproblems #dontjudge (at The Desk of Charles Joseph)

cabinporn:

A magical cabin converted from a watermill by a Serbian painter whose father owned and operated many mills along this Bosnian river.
Contributed by Brice Portolano.

cabinporn:

A magical cabin converted from a watermill by a Serbian painter whose father owned and operated many mills along this Bosnian river.

Contributed by Brice Portolano.

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Michael Francis Rizzi, do you renounce satan?

I do renounce him. 

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Emile Pandolfi

—Once Upon A December (Piano Version)

mixtape2014:

Save this one for a night when all you want is for your brain to let you rest. Too often I go to bed, my body exhausted, my mind unable to stop moving. Luckily, there’s this masterful version of “Once Upon a December” from the (highly underrated) animated movie Anastasia. It’s a perfect piece to guide you to a peaceful slumber, because this music? It’s the stuff of dreams.

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I need this book in my life. #freebookrack (at Public Library)

I need this book in my life. #freebookrack (at Public Library)

nettler:

sk-eptical:

pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

This hurts my heart

Toulouse-Lautrec is my fav ever since I saw his exhibition at the  National Gallery.

The surest aid in combating the male’s disease of self-contempt is to be loved by a clever woman.

—Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, Part I  (via namelessin314)

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memoriesrecollected:

bearfluff:

i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then

OCTOBER HURRY UP

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