cosa-che-e-felice-cade:

Alphonse Mucha_ Summer The seasons (1896) oil on canvas
crystallizations:

Madame Kupka Among Verticals, Frantisek Kupka, 1911, oil on canvas.
“Kupka would later say that to make this painting he had reworked an unfinished portrait of his wife, laying in strokes of color around her face until it was all but obscured by their boldly flat pattern—a method suggesting a literal assault on figuration.” - MoMa Collectoin

Egon Schiele, Crouching Nude in Shoes and Black Stockings, Back View, 1912.
We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.

— Anthony Hopkins (via idolise)

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imprecise:

Nomi Chi
I want to feel the approach of sleep as if it were a promise of life, not rest.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book Of Disquiet (via paveo)

2 days ago - 28 notes

Hello (:

Maybe you’ve noticed (maybe you don’t) that I’m not that active on tumblr as I used to be. It’s because I’m really busy with school at the moment. Exams, projects and other things that need to be done. Sorry for that! I’ll try to keep up my tumblr, but I can’t promise anything. 

Sorry again!

Love,
Sarah

2 days ago
Anonymous:
do you miss someone?

I do not miss someone right now, but sometimes I need somebody I love around (like my boyfriend, best friend or sister). Sometimes I just feel so lonely and it’s a pity when someone you love isn’t around then.

2 days ago
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