m3zzaluna:

girl walking in muddy yard, john’s creek school, pike county, 1955

photo by robert w. kelley

Well! and what if she should die some afternoon,
Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;
Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand…

nevver:

Who?

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alecshao:

Hengki Koentjoro

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la-muse-malade:

All I need.

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Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.

Friedrich Nietzsche  (via charmingly-awkward)

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azultierra:

“Si de algo soy rico es de perplejidades y no de certezas…”

Jorge Luis Borges

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alecshao:

Jackson Pollock, No. 5

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alecshao:

Van Gogh

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angrywhistler:

Anna Jarosz

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Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

W. H. Auden, from “The More Loving One” (via proustitute)

The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness.

T. S. Eliot, from “Gerontion” (via weissewiese)

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firsttimeuser:

Kai Ziehl