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women in joseph lorusso's paintings

i don’t blame icarus for falling in love with the warm sun on his starved skin

— 📚 rory gilmore

rip bunny corcoran you would have hated pride month

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”

— John Muir

@mkvx

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(if anyone knows who to credit for these, please let me know)

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why must I work? why can't I just sleep, drink soup and listen to smart people being smart =(

Adonis, from Selected Poems; “Celebrating Al-Ma'ari: II. Days” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

Adonis, from Selected Poems; “A Piece of Bahlul’s Sun” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, “Extracting the Stone of Madness”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

John Keats, from Ode to a Nightingale

George Sand (Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin) in her letter to Gustave Flaubert dated 27 June 1870, featured in The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert letters

Louise Glück, from Averno; “October”

All night long I hear the call of death, all night long I hear the song of death down by the river, all night long I hear the voice of death calling out to me.

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, “The Dream of Death, or the Site of the Poetical Bodies”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

Artworks by kotartist

the masculine urge

the feminine urge

the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons

nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.

i think having “having a coke with you” with you by mark leidner is the greatest love poem of all time

― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.

wes anderson's filmography in title cards

In a way, life is art. <3

@academia-muses

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•Van Gogh's flowers•

may i present to you… my henry winter.

She's all suffering and lipstick

Waiting for the angel to carry her home.