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sullenmoons:

a nudibranch

(via reblololo)

Somewhere

the word itself trails off into a void

with soft exhalation. sum hhhhwwerrrr.

I don’t know where.

it could be anywhere. Some

thing. Some

one. Some

body. Some

time. But do we know where? We don’t!

A planet of nouns being share-ed and photo-ed

and yet we can still by need to spite necessity

not know where the fuck a thing might be.

Just say the word. Look at the nothing it leaves in your mind.

Feel it disappear.

It is perfect that way, communicating physically

its meaning to the speaker. You can never know where

once you ask because the desire to know has left you

in the utterance – somewhere there is truth –

a lover – maybe purpose – but if you have to ask

chloefrancillon:

Max Beckmann

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malformalady:

A storage room with salvaged effigies and sculptures awaiting restoration after a flood in Florence, Italy, in 1966 (photo by Balthazar Korab, 1926-2013)

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3liza:

Detail of “Pan”
1898
Sydney Long (Australian)

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bofransson:

Bernard Chaet

September Storm, 1984-2001

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snowce:

WIilliam Dunton, Summer Silhouette

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taishou-kun:

Kimura Ihei 木村伊兵衛 (1901-1974)

JAPAN THROUGH A LEICA - 100 Glimpses- Sceneries, Life and Art - Gold Fish and children 金魚救い - 1938

(via itsushi)

complexae:

AUSTIN PRODUCTS Egyptian Sphinx Head Bust. White Sculpture on Black base.

(via ewaeh)

mesbeauxarts:

Anselm Feuerbach. Orpheus and Eurydice. 1869.

Oil on canvas.

Upper Belvedere. Vienna, Austria.

(via therurrjurr)

(Source: phonogeek, via ewaeh)