If I Were A Great Lake

"You have come to the shore.

There are no instructions."

art-cube:

Konstantin Korovin

art-cube:

Konstantin Korovin

“Do not wait for the Last Judgment. It takes place every day.”

—   Albert Camus, The Fall (via whyallcaps)

(via lifeinpoetry)

“What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.”

—   Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlinlondon)

(via lifeinpoetry)

“Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head. They close like giant wings, and you are dead.”

Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via lifeinpoetry)

richardcreech:

MY FRIEND JUST WENT OUT FOR DINNER AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURNED UP AT THE WINDOW LIKE HE HAD A FRICKING RESERVATION
GOD DAMMIT AUSTRALIA

richardcreech:

MY FRIEND JUST WENT OUT FOR DINNER AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURNED UP AT THE WINDOW LIKE HE HAD A FRICKING RESERVATION

GOD DAMMIT AUSTRALIA

(via netflixz)

egonschiele-art:

Seated Girl Facing Front, 1911
Egon Schiele

egonschiele-art:

Seated Girl Facing Front, 1911

Egon Schiele

“And now I cannot remember how I would
have had it. It is not a conduit (confluence?) but a place.
The place, of movement and an order.
The place of old order.
But the tail end of the movement is new.
Driving us to say what we are thinking.
It is so much like a beach after all, where you stand
and think of going no further.
And it is good when you get to no further.
It is like a reason that picks you up and
places you where you always wanted to be.
This far, it is fair to be crossing, to have crossed.
Then there is no promise in the other.
Here it is. Steel and air, a mottled presence,
small panacea
and lucky for us.
And then it got very cool.”

—   John Ashbery (via theunquotables)

“I’m not a drug salesman. I’m a writer."
“What makes you think a writer isn’t a drug salesman?”

—   Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut (via slightly-obssesed)
transistoradio:

Helen Frankenthaler (1928-2011), Before the Caves (1958), oil on unsized, unprimed canvas, 265.1 x 260 cm. Via Artsy.

transistoradio:

Helen Frankenthaler (1928-2011), Before the Caves (1958), oil on unsized, unprimed canvas, 265.1 x 260 cm. Via Artsy.

earthenwares:

"Those who were sacred have remained so,
holiness does not dissolve, it is a presence
of bronze, only the sight that saw it
faltered and turned from it.
An old joy returns in holy presence.”

—Denise Levertov, from Come into Animal Presence”