losed:

Daehyun Kim, illustration for Tim Kreider’s article ‘You Are Going to Die’

losed:

Daehyun Kim, illustration for Tim Kreider’s article ‘You Are Going to Die’

(vía artvevo)


I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via observando)

cordisre:

Annette, 1961
Alberto Giacometti

cordisre:

Annette, 1961

Alberto Giacometti


the-road-to-home:

W. H. Auden
This poem just about puts me in tears every time.

the-road-to-home:

W. H. Auden

This poem just about puts me in tears every time.


maxkirin:

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

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powerful-art:

Local News, Florence, Italy, 2005 by JODI COBB

powerful-art:

Local News, Florence, Italy, 2005 
by JODI COBB

(vía hotphotography)


red-lipstick:

Sara Morais (b. 1990, Lisbon, Portugal) - MLNCHL VII, 2012      Paintings: Oil on Linen

red-lipstick:

Sara Morais (b. 1990, Lisbon, Portugal) - MLNCHL VII, 2012      Paintings: Oil on Linen

(vía enchiladasrojas)


(vía artvevo)


gay8:

David Szaudersuzanna’s blindness, 2013

gay8:

David Szauder
suzanna’s blindness, 2013

(vía artvevo)


How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?
Sylvia Plath (via feellng)