How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
W.B. Yeats (via observando)

whos-that-foxi-lady:

So I found this in my folders and..I don’t wanna color it. I think the feelings in this colors the entire thing…

whos-that-foxi-lady:

So I found this in my folders and..I don’t wanna color it. I think the feelings in this colors the entire thing…

(via burdge)



maggie-stiefvater:

maggie-stiefvater:

Wait! I think that means that I’ve collected the full set, right? I think yes!

'cept I would do the graphic novel in this finished style.

Yes fine yes I’m procrastinating working on course work for SCBWI. Yes fine.


juliayusupov:

circle 
same photo different edit

juliayusupov:

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same photo different edit


O Me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via observando)

kleinemi:

For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
 - E.E. Cummings

(via burdge)


lonequixote:

The Tree of Life ~ Gustav Klimt

lonequixote:

The Tree of Life ~ Gustav Klimt

(via theartgeeks)


A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (via observando)

detournementsmineurs:

"Marya Delvard" by Thomas Theodor Heine, 1911.

detournementsmineurs:

"Marya Delvard" by Thomas Theodor Heine, 1911.

(via iheartnouveau)


andromedasgalaxe:

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stievfater

"In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her Raven Boys" 

andromedasgalaxe:

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stievfater

"In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her Raven Boys" 

(via fuckyeahtheravencycle)


stairwellflashmosh:

Tonight’s doodles: Blue and Noah from The Raven Cycle.
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(via fuckyeahtheravencycle)


natgeofound:

A Native American sends smoke signals in Montana, June 1909.Photograph by Dr. Joseph K. Dixon, National Geographic Creative

natgeofound:

A Native American sends smoke signals in Montana, June 1909.Photograph by Dr. Joseph K. Dixon, National Geographic Creative


agnes-cecile:

frail lull - speed painting


Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.
Mary Ann Shaffer (via observando)