Craving Desires

balkanparamo:

Medicina de Gustav Klimt

(via victusinveritas)

henk-heijmans:

Female nude, 1937 - by Ergy Landau (1896–1967), Hungarian/French

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orwell:

Ralph Steadman, Human Identity in the Urban Environment, 1972.

(via curatorofthisdigitalmorass)

resqectable:

“Maybe everybody in the whole damn world is scared of each other.”

— John Steinbeck

quotefeeling:

“The truest, best love had nothing to do with luck. Luck was faithless, and worth little. True love wasn’t fancy and it wasn’t magical, but simply true in every sense: honest, loyal and sure.”

— Sonja Yoerg, All the Best People

pipouch:

George de Forest Brush : “Orphée”, 1890. (Museum of Fine Arts, Boston)

quotefeeling:

“You’re waiting for that magical day when someone makes the connection and recognizes who you really are. Maybe they’ll first catch the sparkle in your eye. Or perhaps they’ll marvel at your insights and the depth of your spirit. Someone who will help you connect the dots, believe in yourself, and make sense of it all. Someone who will understand you, approve of you, and unhesitatingly give you a leg up so that life can pluck your ready, ripened self from the branch of magnificence. Well, I’m here to tell you, your wait is over. That someone, is you.”

— Mike Dooley

artthatgivesmefeelings:

Émile Lévy (French, 1826-1890)
Mort d'Orphée, 1866
Musée d'Orsay

(via curatorofthisdigitalmorass)

arsvitaest:

Koloman Moser, Marigolds, 1909, oil on canvas
Leopold Museum, Vienna, Austria

(via pipouch)

rainie-is-seasonchange:

Papilio memnon.

Fukuoka, Japan.

(Source: rainie-is-seasonchange)

rainie-is-seasonchange:

Lupine garden.

Uminonakamichi seaside park, Fukuoka, Japan.

(Source: rainie-is-seasonchange, via victusinveritas)

wanderingwitchofthewood:

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journalofanobody:

“The more you throw black into a color, the more dreamy it gets…Black has depth. It’s like a little egress, you can go into it, and because it keeps continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot of things that are going on there become manifest. And you start seeing what you’re afraid of. You start seeing what you love and it becomes like a dream…”

— David Lynch  (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

(Source: blackshivers, via riceli)

paintingispoetry:

Vincent van Gogh, “Vase with Irises”, 1890

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santanabellas:

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