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chokherbali:

The Concourse of the Birds painted by Habib Allah. The hoopoe, center right, instructs the other birds on the Sufi path. 

chokherbali:

The Concourse of the Birds painted by Habib Allah. The hoopoe, center right, instructs the other birds on the Sufi path. 

586 ♥

William Morris floral print

William Morris floral print

2823 ♥
5 ♥
17 ♥

1) WOMEN

2) Crush on Glenn Gould

3) Ran out of honey

4) Stiff watch

1 ♥

oh my sweet carolina, what compels me to go? 

2 ♥

“set upon”

0 ♥
Groucho Marx dancing with Diana Ross, 1966.

Groucho Marx dancing with Diana Ross, 1966.

8 ♥

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

— Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via grumblr)
2 ♥
rabbitrabbit:

CARAVAGGIOThe Seven Acts of Mercyc. 1607Oil on canvas, 390 x 260 cmPio Monte della Misericordia, Naples

rabbitrabbit:

CARAVAGGIO
The Seven Acts of Mercy
c. 1607
Oil on canvas, 390 x 260 cm
Pio Monte della Misericordia, Naples

4970 ♥
fuckyeahpreraphaelites:

Listening to His Sweet PipingsJohn William Waterhouse1911 

fuckyeahpreraphaelites:

Listening to His Sweet Pipings
John William Waterhouse
1911 

201 ♥
zitterberg:

Victor LyapkaloKatya1998 oil on canvas, 110 x 75  

zitterberg:

Victor Lyapkalo
Katya
1998 
oil on canvas, 
110 x 75  

176 ♥
dailyartjournal:

Meredith Pardue

dailyartjournal:

Meredith Pardue

165 ♥

And the days are not full enough.
And the nights are not full enough.
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

— Ezra Pound
138 ♥

We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for in our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.

— Hermann Hesse
1968 ♥
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