Letters to Bonaparte

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Apr 8, 2010 5:24pm
fuckyeahvictorians: my-ear-trumpet: sensedelirium: brainfullofcanvas: Night in Black and Gold, The Falling Rocket by James Whistler, 1874-1875

fuckyeahvictorians:

my-ear-trumpet:

sensedelirium:

brainfullofcanvas:

Night in Black and Gold, The Falling Rocket by James Whistler, 1874-1875
Apr 6, 2010 5:04pm

fuckyeahrocknroll:

Johnny Cash - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face ( Robert Flack Cover )
Apr 4, 2010 10:14am
my-ear-trumpet: alabaster1: William Bouguereau Pietà 1876 (via Art Blog)

my-ear-trumpet:

alabaster1:

William Bouguereau Pietà 1876 (via Art Blog)
Apr 3, 2010 12:14pm
mothgirlwings: fuckyeahhgingerrogers: So. Much. Love.

mothgirlwings:

fuckyeahhgingerrogers:

So. Much. Love.
Mar 31, 2010 12:54pm
“ The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on. ” -

Carl Sandburg, “Fog” (via chairofbullies) (via crashinglybeautiful)

I love this poem. I remember my mom reciting it to me when I was a kid. Of all the poems I’ve read and studied since, I can’t think of one I truly enjoy more, and that is saying a lot. Oh, what a little sentimentality can do to you. 
Mar 30, 2010 11:20am
theroxie: I want you.  All of you. I have the Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own. In fact, I am drinking peppermint tea from it at this very moment. 

theroxie:

I want you.  All of you.

I have the Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own. In fact, I am drinking peppermint tea from it at this very moment. 
Mar 29, 2010 5:46pm
(via thenwetakeberlin)

(via thenwetakeberlin)
Mar 29, 2010 1:36pm
Mar 29, 2010 9:10am
Pause for Thought - Pierre-Auguste Cot

Pause for Thought - Pierre-Auguste Cot
Mar 28, 2010 3:50pm
Springtime - Pierre-Auguste Cot, 1873

Springtime - Pierre-Auguste Cot, 1873
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