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anachronicsoul:

À Bout De Souffle (1960)

anachronicsoul:

À Bout De Souffle (1960)

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"When trouble strikes, head to the library. You will either be able to solve the problem, or simply have something to read as the world crashes down around you."
Lemony Snicket (via dailydoseofbookssauce)

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philamuseum:

Happy birthday to Gustav Klimt. Today we celebrate his special day with a painting he began in 1917, but was left unfinished by his sudden death in 1918. This masterful portraitist had an incredible impact on painting with his intimate depictions of women and remarkable detailing. Has anything unfinished ever looked so good?Now on view: “Frauenbildnis (Portrait of a Woman),” 1917–18, by Gustav Klimt (On loan from The Lewis Collection)

philamuseum:

Happy birthday to Gustav Klimt. Today we celebrate his special day with a painting he began in 1917, but was left unfinished by his sudden death in 1918. This masterful portraitist had an incredible impact on painting with his intimate depictions of women and remarkable detailing. Has anything unfinished ever looked so good?

Now on view: “Frauenbildnis (Portrait of a Woman),” 1917–18, by Gustav Klimt (On loan from The Lewis Collection)

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wickedknickers:

inneroptics: Angelo
"I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good."
Roald Dahl (via angry-aries)

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"It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts."
E.M. Forster, The Longest Journey (via larmoyante)

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everythingaboutfilm:

Keira Knightley in Atonement (dir. Joe Wright)

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"

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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stradlatersgirl:

Water lillies

stradlatersgirl:

Water lillies

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