Elegant Rose - Working In Background

A lifeless face you'll soon forget...

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  • keep having horrible nightmares and waking up at between 5-6AM although im actually sleepin at a normal time for once :(:(:(

    25 May, 2013

    asshole.

    23 May, 2013

    tbh today is a good day kinda maybe, only because i got a cat teapot… yes… a cat… teapot… TWO OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS ALL IN ONE IDGHUOAIEHFJSLFG

    5 April, 2013

    still alive… 
    hadrian6:

Cain  killing Abel. mid.17th.century. Gaetano Gandolfi. Italian. 1734-1802.
http://hadrian6.tumblr.com
    hadrian6:

Love tended by time. 1653. oil on canvas. Bernardino Mei.
Italian. 1612-1676.      http://hadrian6.tumblr.com
    "I sat before the fire in the Library—and read—almost a little wildly. I wanted to drug myself with books—-drown my thoughts in a great violet sea of Oblivion."
    Katherine Mansfield, Notebooks (pg.195) (via c-ovet, katherine-mansfield)

    20 February, 2013

    "But my anxious heart is eating up my body, eating up my nerves, eating up my brain. I feel this poison slowly filling my veins - every particle becoming slowly tainted. I am never, never calm, never for an instant. I remember years ago saying I wished I were one of those happy people who can suffer so far and then collapse or become exhausted. But I am just the opposite. The more I suffer, the more of fiery energy I feel to bear it."
    Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry dated June 1915. (via c-ovet)

    20 February, 2013

    vapula:

BOTTICELLI, SandroThe Mystical Nativity (detail) c. 1500 Tempera on canvas National Gallery, London
    hadrian6:

Abraham and Issac. Paolo Pagani. Italian. 1661-1716. oil on canvas.
Museo casa Pagani castello. Valsolda. Italy.   http://hadrian6.tumblr.com
    necspenecmetu:

Tiziano Vecelli (Titian), The Risen Christ, c. 1509
    hadrian6:

Aeneas and Anchises. 1615. Lionello Spada. Italian. 1576-1622.
oil on canvas. Louvre Museum.       http://hadrian6.tumblr.com
    "Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings."
    Mary Oliver (via seabois)

    20 February, 2013