igadrobisz:

Grand Central, NYC 1929Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.

igadrobisz:

Grand Central, NYC 1929

Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.

transistoradio:

Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (1793-1865), The Birthday Table (1840), oil on oak panel, 49.5 x 64 cm. Collection of Wallraf-Richartz-Museum, Cologne, Germany. Via Wikimedia Commons.

transistoradio:

Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (1793-1865), The Birthday Table (1840), oil on oak panel, 49.5 x 64 cm. Collection of Wallraf-Richartz-Museum, Cologne, Germany. Via Wikimedia Commons.

And you know what you once told me, about how people’s eyes have something honest about them when they’re watching a fire.
Haruki Murakami (via alunaes)
breakingnews:

Rain falls on Hong Kong’s #UmbrellaRevolution
SCMP: Protesters in Hong Kong have defied heavy rain as they continue to gather on the eve of China’s October 1st National Day, a major public holiday celebrated across the country, to protest the city’s embattled chief executive and to fight for democratic elections.
Photo: Rain falls on Hong Kong’s Causeway Bay (Felix Wong)

breakingnews:

Rain falls on Hong Kong’s #UmbrellaRevolution

SCMP: Protesters in Hong Kong have defied heavy rain as they continue to gather on the eve of China’s October 1st National Day, a major public holiday celebrated across the country, to protest the city’s embattled chief executive and to fight for democratic elections.

Photo: Rain falls on Hong Kong’s Causeway Bay (Felix Wong)

sonjabarbaric:

Elizabeth Peyton. Andro, 2013.

sonjabarbaric:

Elizabeth Peyton. Andro, 2013.

locrys:

a dead Lilly pad, flipped over, at an indoor amazon waterlilly pavilion

locrys:

a dead Lilly pad, flipped over, at an indoor amazon waterlilly pavilion

It’s a lie that poetry is only read by or “speaks to” people in the universities or elite intellectual circles; in many such places, poetry barely speaks at all.

Poems are written and absorbed, silently and aloud, in prisons, in prairie kitchens, urban basement workshops, branch libraries, battered women’s shelters, homeless shelters, offices, a public hospital for disabled people, an HIV support group. A poet can be born in a house with empty bookshelves. Sooner or later, s/he will need books.
Adrienne Rich, What Is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics, 1994. (via insufficientmind)
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You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first…