Someone took a candid photo of a fight in Ukranian Parliament that is as well-composed as the best renaissance art.


Me flirting

Like, actually.

Lenticular clouds over Mount Fuji, Japan. These are stationary lens-shaped clouds that form at high altitudes, usually perpendicular to the direction of the wind.

September Sixteenth ~ Rene Magritte

Irises (1890) by Vincent van Gogh
The first duty of the novelist is to entertain. It is a moral duty. People who read your books are sick, sad, traveling, in the hospital waiting room while someone is dying. Books are written by the alone for the alone.
by Donna Tartt, author of The Secret History (via furyofbeautifulbones)
Stop worrying about your identity and concern yourself with the people you care about, ideas that matter to you, beliefs you can stand by, tickets you can run on. Intelligent humans make those choices with their brain and hearts and they make them alone. The world does not deliver meaning to you. You have to make it meaningful…and decide what you want and need and must do. It’s a tough, unimaginably lonely and complicated way to be in the world. But that’s the deal: you have to live; you can’t live by slogans, dead ideas, clichés, or national flags. Finding an identity is easy. It’s the easy way out.
by Zadie Smith, On Beauty  (via aminaabramovic)

Thomas Struth:   Art Restorers at San Lorenzo Maggiore, Naples, Italy.

Hydra, 2014;
Petros Koublis

Laura Plageman - Response to Print of Vulture Roost, Texas (2010)

Mike Hadreas for The New Yorker, September 2014Photograph by Pari Dukovic

Donna J. Wan
Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.
by Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via larmoyante)