Jan Jansz. van der Heyden: Corner of a Library,1711

Jan Jansz. van der Heyden: Corner of a Library,1711

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ilymaus: Valentin Serov, Europa, 1910

ilymaus:

Valentin Serov, Europa, 1910

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felixinclusis: solerubino: juneonthecouch: http://www.catiachien.com

felixinclusis:

solerubino: juneonthecouch: http://www.catiachien.com

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erinaa: Interieur après dîner, Claude Monet 1868-69

erinaa:

Interieur après dîner, Claude Monet 1868-69

arsvitaest: Isaak Brodsky, Lenin in Smoiny, 1917 [1930] (via Gandalf)

arsvitaest:

Isaak Brodsky, Lenin in Smoiny, 1917 [1930]

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indigodreams: Mysterious Rose Garden Florence Anderson via finsbry

indigodreams:

Mysterious Rose Garden

Florence Anderson via finsbry

milkymoon: Matazo Kayama

milkymoon:

Matazo Kayama

darksilenceinsuburbia: Edward Steichen, Lady Ian Hamilton, 1907 (printed 1909)

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Edward Steichen, Lady Ian Hamilton, 1907 (printed 1909)

reginasworld: By Aleks Sennwald

reginasworld:

By Aleks Sennwald

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Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.
Henry Miller, Sexus (via liquidnight)