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❝ The sadness of the past is with me always. ❞

— F. Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald (via hiems-aeterna)

❝ Around me all colors are extinguished. It is frightening. The place of the damned must be this colorless. A glowing, fiery hell would still be beautiful! And since all that is beautiful confers happiness and blesses, a flaming hell would be no punishment—only the gray, grazy, gray which is part of the endless monotony and wilderness is the true, terrible punishment. ❞

— Egon Schiele, from Letters: Schiele In Prison (via violentwavesofemotion)ele

❝ Am I so difficult to understand and so easy to misunderstand in all my intentions, plans, and friendships? Ah, we lonely ones and free spirits—it is borne home to us that in some way or other we constantly appear different from what we think. Whereas we wish for nothing more than truth and straightforwardness, we are surrounded by a net of misunderstanding, and despite our most ardent wishes we cannot help our actions being smothered in a cloud of false opinion, attempted compromises, semi-concessions, charitable silence, and erroneous interpretations. Such things gather a weight of melancholy on our brow; for we hate more than death the thought that pretence should be necessary, and such incessant chafing against these things makes us volcanic and menacing. From time to time we avenge ourselves for all our enforced concealment and compulsory self-restraint. We emerge from our cells with terrible faces, our words and deeds are then explosions, and it is not beyond the verge of possibility that we perish through ourselves. Thus dangerously do I live! It is precisely we solitary ones that require love and companions in whose presence we may be open and simple, and the eternal struggle of silence and dissimulation can cease. ❞

—  Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)



When I first saw this house feature on Elle Décor Italia it stopped me my tracks. I mean, look at this house. Look at this jawdropping location, perched on top of a cliff 50 metres above sea level, with expansive ocean views. What a setting to call home.

Tunquen House is located in the Chilean region of Valparaíso about 160 km from the city of Santiago, and is used as a holiday home. The building was designed in 2012 by Nicolás Lipthay Allen/L2C. The linear house is divided into three zones: the open plan living room, dining area and kitchen, with the main bedroom at one end of the building and the family and guest bedrooms at the other.

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Illustrations of the natural orders of plants with groups and descriptions. ; By Twining, Elizabeth, 1805-1889 on Flickr.

Publication info London :Sampson Low, Son, and Marston,1868.
BHL Collections:
Floral Mania
Notable Women in Natural History


Dramatic Tornadoes of Light Photographed by Martin Kimbell

❝ If you are of the opinion that the contemplation of suicide is sufficient evidence of a poetic nature, do not forget that actions speak louder than words. ❞

— Frances Ann Lebowitz (via observando)



❝ I know the general outline of despair. Despair has no wings, it doesn’t necessarily sit at a cleared table in the evening on a terrace by the sea. It’s despair, and not the return of a quantity of insignificant facts like seeds that leave one furrow for another at nightfall. It’s not the moss that forms on a rock or the foam that rocks in a glass. It’s a boat riddled with snow, if you will, like birds that fall and their blood doesn’t have the slightest thickness. I know the general outline of despair. A very small shape, defined by jewels worn in the hair. That’s despair. A pearl necklace for which no clasp can be found, and whose existence can’t even hang by a thread. That’s despair for you. Let’s not go into the rest. Once we begin to despair we don’t stop. I myself despair of the lampshade around four o’clock, I despair of the fan towards midnight, I despair of the cigarette smoked by men on death row. I know the general outline of despair. Despair has no heart, my hand always touches breathless despair, the despair whose mirrors never tell us if it’s dead. I live on that despair which enchants me. I love that blue fly which hovers in the sky at the hour when the stars hum. I know the general outline of despair, with long slender surprises, the despair of pride, the despair of anger. I get up every day like everyone else and I stretch my arms against a floral wallpaper, I don’t remember anything, and it’s always in despair that I discover the beautiful uprooted trees of night. The air in the room is as beautiful as drumsticks. What weathery weather. I know the general outline of despair. It’s like the curtain’s wind which holds out a helping hand. Can you imagine such a despair? Fire! Ah, they’re on their way….Help! Here they come falling down the stairs… And the ads in the newspaper, and the illuminated signs along the canal. Sandpile, beat it, you dirty sandpile! In its general outline despair has no importance. It’s a squad of trees which will eventually make a forest, it’s a squad of stars which will eventually make one less day, it’s a squad of one-less-days which will eventually make up my life.—André Breton, from Earthlight, translated from the original French by Bill Zavatsky and Zack Rogow. Sun & Moon Press, 1993 ❞

— —André Breton, from Earthlight, translated from the original French by Bill Zavatsky and Zack Rogow. Sun & Moon Press, 1993


untitled by moominsean on Flickr.


He horns done ‘gun ter grow, en hoofs come out on his han’s en foots, en de cloze drap off…

A. B. Frost, from Uncle Remus and his friends, by Joel Chandler Harris, Boston, 1892.

(Source: archive.org)

❝ Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own. ❞

— Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot (via observando)

❝ What a madman, Van Gogh. Shooting himself in the stomach. Any sane person would shoot themselves in the head. ❞

— Lorrie Moore, “Like Life” (via orsomethinglikethatreally)



There’s so much to admire about this building, where do you start? For me, there are two key images here: the bottom photo, showing Villa CP within its wider context with the views out over the surrounding landscape and the pool, and the second image, which highlights the combination of old and new that defined ZEST Architecture’s vision for this project as the Corten steel frames of the windows and the entrance offer a crisp contrast against the old stone walls. Stunning, right?

Villa CP is located in Spain’s Gavarres mountains and is described by the Barcelona-based practice as a ‘21st century house… created inside an old stone structure’.

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