thusreluctant:

St Botolph Street by George Luks

thusreluctant:

St Botolph Street by George Luks

(via ihatenietzsche)

kaidenii:

Flowering Garden - Vincent van Gogh
1888

kaidenii:

Flowering Garden - Vincent van Gogh

1888

(Source: fleurdulys, via larsvontired)

Emotional instability promotes the creation of beauty and joy.

labellefilleart:

Beacon Hill Interior, John Rich.

labellefilleart:

Beacon Hill Interior, John Rich.

(via alfonsinalfonsina)

God save the Queen of Canada.

God save the Queen of Canada.

(Source: torvnto, via godhatesandrew)

How to Look at Art, Arts & Architecture, Ad Reinhardt, January 1947

(Source: lessadjectivesmoreverbs, via ihatenietzsche)

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"A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart."

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe  (via mercurieux)

(Source: ifveniceissinking, via mercurieux)

I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me,—, no, nor woman neither,—nor woman neither.

I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me,—, no, nor woman neither,—nor woman neither.

"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."

Cicero   (via mercurieux)

(Source: cosmicroots, via mercurieux)

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boldcanadian:

youngbadmanbrown:

I love when I see white people talk about all these folks who get killed for being white in *insert random African country*

And completely leave out the fact that these people are unwanted colonizers in the…

And I suppose that makes black people in Europe “unwanted colonisers”? What a complete turd you are: youngbadmanbrown

(Source: satanic2chainz)

louvve:

Orchids are so ethereally beautiful.

louvve:

Orchids are so ethereally beautiful.

(via svidaure)

charlottesometimesc:

lo que provocas

charlottesometimesc:

lo que provocas

"Son cœur est un luth suspendu;
Sitot qu’on le touche il resonne."

Pierre-Jean de Béranger


1999, Ingushetia
by Thomas Dworzak

1999, Ingushetia

by Thomas Dworzak

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