son-of-dawn:

 Love and Death, 1881, oil on canvas by Reina Calcedonio, Italian, 1842-1911.
  Surrounded by coffins and mummified corpses in the Capuchin Catacombs in Palermo this couple finds a moment for love.
  Calcedonio turned from medicine to art and studied with Domenico Morelli as well as in Rome and Florence. This painting is in the Museo del Castello Ursino, Palermo, Italy.

son-of-dawn:

 Love and Death, 1881, oil on canvas by Reina Calcedonio, Italian, 1842-1911.

  Surrounded by coffins and mummified corpses in the Capuchin Catacombs in Palermo this couple finds a moment for love.

  Calcedonio turned from medicine to art and studied with Domenico Morelli as well as in Rome and Florence. This painting is in the Museo del Castello Ursino, Palermo, Italy.

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ivoriy:

q'd, in paris

ivoriy:

q'd, in paris

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I propose a ban against summer. Heat insanity.

I propose a ban against summer. Heat insanity.

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0rient-express:

The Quiraing, Skye | by Robert White.

0rient-express:

The Quiraing, Skye | by Robert White.

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steelylaceribbon:

François-Hubert Drouais, The Marquise d’Aigurandes - detail, (1759)

steelylaceribbon:

François-Hubert Drouais, The Marquise d’Aigurandes - detail, (1759)

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I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.

- Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha  (via 19040825)

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When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in such a humiliating position. I find it beautiful, and so in that very shame, I suddenly begin a hymn.

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov. (via torturegardens)

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