HiroshigeNew Year’s Eve Foxfires at the Changing Tree, Ōji (1857) 

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An evening of fruits.

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Mary L. Macomber, Night and her Daughter Sleep (detail)


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Jing Jin (San Francisco, CA, USA) - Dear Little Squares, 2014     Drawings: Watercolors, Ink, Pencils

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"P is for Pizza" series  01-10 by Kimiaki Yaegashi (via

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by Ellen Von Unwerth

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Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

Hermann Hesse, Peter Camenzind  (via hefuckin)

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP  (via melancholysorrow)

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If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

Kendrick Lamar

This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?

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Willliam-Adolphe Bouguereau, L’Aurore


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