Ceilings In The Hermitage Museum

“Maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it’s all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can’t put it straight, don’t want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.”

— Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

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 I think I might keep the tent for a while.

Michał Elwiro Andriolli 1836-1893 (Polish), Mother, 1888

Detail: La Lutte de Jacob (Jacob Wrestling with the Angel). By Léon Bonnat, 1876

Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Patti Smith, all dark, all romantic. When I say “romantic,” I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesn’t know what the fuck it is, it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, that can mean vast things. That mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song. -

Jeff Buckley 

when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that

“Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other’s arms.” - Homer

Ok, you said that cleopatra and mark antony are girlboss and malewife.... but who is our catboy?

augustus

green's my colour.