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Claude MonetWater Lillies (1907)Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

hwighting:

Claude Monet
Water Lillies (1907)

Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

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“I think…if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.” —Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy (via larmoyante)
tierradentro:

“Still Life with Melon and Peaches”, c.1866, Edouard Manet.

tierradentro:

Still Life with Melon and Peaches”, c.1866, Edouard Manet.

“She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.” —Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via raspberrymilk)
artmastered:

Vincent van Gogh, Roses, 1889, oil on canvas, 33 x 41.3 cm, The National Museum of Western Art, Tokyo.

artmastered:

Vincent van Gogh, Roses, 1889, oil on canvas, 33 x 41.3 cm, The National Museum of Western Art, Tokyo.

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“be softer with you. you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life.” —nayyirah waheed  (via origamiprincesss)

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aseaofquotes:

Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

aseaofquotes:

Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

“I’m just tired; I just want the world to be quiet for a bit.” —Matty Healy (via rnoonphase)

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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

—Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via man-of-prose)

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“Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.” —Yara Bashraheel (via suspend)

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“I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.” —Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via wordsnquotes)

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“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?” —Dead Poets Society (via langleav)

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“I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light
and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube…
We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart?
and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
—Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain (via lipfused)

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