things that i adore: the lovely + electric.

Meet Rosie, the Rose Bowl’s cat.

Morning after.

Morning after.

amybortonissad:

Let me tell you ‘bout my best friend.

#hermits

amybortonissad:

Let me tell you ‘bout my best friend.

#hermits

Vivian Van Velde, The Rumpelstiltskin Problem

Vivian Van Velde, The Rumpelstiltskin Problem

museumuesum:

museumuesum:

Erik Olson

I Fucking Love Space, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Mercury, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Venus, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Earth, 2011
oil on canvas, 72 x 84 inches

Mars, Fear & Dread, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Jupiter, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Saturn, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Uranus, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

Neptune, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inches

The Gateway (Hubble Deep Field), 2011
oil on canvas, 72 x 84 inches

reblogging some of my most popular posts from this past year along with some newly found gems and old favorites. enjoy, all.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

– Nikos Kazantzakis (via coldflowers)

The 101.

The 101.

nevver:

André Malraux

nevver:

André Malraux

When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.

– Stevie Nicks (via cestpasprudent)

hollydazed:

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Diane Keaton photographed by Jeanloup Sieff, 1975.