awakyn erotic
Mystical Castle, Lower Silesia, Poland
muratibrahim:

#art
gravesandghouls:

Water Skiing witches, 1954
3leapfrogs:


Villino by Paolo Sironi, Bologna.

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3leapfrogs:

collegejocksuk:

No imagination required ! Look and stare 😊

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vintagechampagnefever:

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller leave the UK premiere of A View From the Bridge 
Marilyn’s heels are killer! 
beautifulnudecelebs:

unknown
4nimalparty:

Rows & rows of Rows & rows (by walla2chick)
This is not horror. This is joy. However nostalgic or sad, you did live life. And that in itself is a joyous accomplishment. It all comes to naught. This, even for a moment, is a miracle. And more than a reason for being at all.
jarrodis:

“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.” 



Duane Michals, 1974
weepieschagall:

books0977:

The Blue Violinist (1947). Marc Chagall (Ecole de Paris, abstract, 1887-1985). Oil on canvas.
Chagall incorporated a number of 20th century modern art movements into his work to give us a portrayal from multiple angles resulting in a personal symbolic synthesis that might best be described as “psychological cubism.” 
A reoccurring element in his work is music and musicians. Chagall felt them to be an important part of the tapestry of his culture. One critic described Chagall’s colorful compositional juxtapositions as “Hebrew jazz in paint.”

A little Marc Chagall to paint my dreams…night-night, loves. Xoxo. WC
sundxwn:

Magic Fjord by Peter From

"

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

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Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn” (via fassadenmensch)

Of course, Borges was referring to a woman… or to women…

because as much as I love much of Borges’ writing…

well, he was something of a male prig, wasn’t he.

Yet still, somehow, he speaks something of the horrible truth,

as it speaks to all of us.

Happy Halloween!