Salvador Dalí. Flores surrealistas (Gala-Narciso), 1938.
Private Collection, Barcelona
© Salvador Dalí. Foundation Gala – Salvador Dalí / VBK, Wien, 2011 .
never settle.
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Il Ratto di Proserpina(Gian Lorenzo Bernini), 1621/22
(…) the group shows Pluto taking a fast and powerful stride and grasping Proserpina, from the front he appears triumphantly bearing his trophy in his arms; from the right one sees Proserpina’s tears as she prays to heaven, the wind blowing her hair, as the guardian of Hades, the three-headed dog, barks. Various moments of the story are thus summed up in a single sculpture.
(via a-midsummerdream)
Dying is an art.
Like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I have a call.
the mathematics of us
angle
is the incline of your wrist when you tilt my chin up. The curve of your arms around the bend of my waist.
vector
magnitude: with an intensity that’s equivalent to the number of butterflies i get when you lift me up
direction: to the stars
The inscription on Keats’ tombstone.
well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
Waldon, Where I Lived and What I Lived For, Thoreau
5 days ago on May 27, 2012 at 03:58am
(day 4) 3:48 am
jet lag |ˈʤɛt ˌlæɡ|
noun.
euphemism.
utter denial of having ever left
5 days ago on May 27, 2012 at 03:52am
Graham Dolphin, What Is the Word, (Note (Jean Seberg)), 2012
Graphite on paper, 29 x 42 cm(via defacedbook)
