the weight we carry is love.

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welovepaintings:

Icarus and Daedalus, by Frederic Leighton
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Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus tried his wings first, but before taking off from the island, warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea, but to follow his path of flight. Overcome by the giddiness that flying lent him, Icarus soared through the sky curiously, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted the wax. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms, and so Icarus fell into the sea in the area which today bears his name, the Icarian Sea near Icaria, an island southwest of Samos.

welovepaintings:

Icarus and Daedalus, by Frederic Leighton

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Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus tried his wings first, but before taking off from the island, warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea, but to follow his path of flight. Overcome by the giddiness that flying lent him, Icarus soared through the sky curiously, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted the wax. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms, and so Icarus fell into the sea in the area which today bears his name, the Icarian Sea near Icaria, an island southwest of Samos.


String tobacco in curing barn, Puerto Rico. c. 1898 - 1917.
Taken by Atilio Moscioni.
(Biblioteca Digital Puertorriqueña)

String tobacco in curing barn, Puerto Rico. c. 1898 - 1917.

Taken by Atilio Moscioni.

(Biblioteca Digital Puertorriqueña)

peira:

Pablo Picasso:  Jeune femme en chemise (c.1905) via The Tate

peira:

Pablo Picasso:  Jeune femme en chemise (c.1905) via The Tate

welovepaintings:

Albert Bierstadt (1830-1902)Sunset in California, YosemiteOil on canvas55.88 x 72.39 cmPublic collection

welovepaintings:

Albert Bierstadt (1830-1902)
Sunset in California, Yosemite
Oil on canvas
55.88 x 72.39 cm
Public collection

motherjones:

ageofperil:

Texas — yes, Texas — reclaimed an abandoned Walmart and turned it into a public library. More specifically, the town of McAllen did so and won itself an award from the International Interior Design Association. So don’t assume you know everything there is to know about the Lone Star State. It’s a big place with even bigger ideas.

Awesome.

motherjones:

ageofperil:

Texas — yes, Texas — reclaimed an abandoned Walmart and turned it into a public library. More specifically, the town of McAllen did so and won itself an award from the International Interior Design Association. So don’t assume you know everything there is to know about the Lone Star State. It’s a big place with even bigger ideas.

Awesome.

fuckyeahimpressionism:

Edgar Degas - After the bath

fuckyeahimpressionism:

Edgar Degas - After the bath

(Source: wine-loving-vagabond)

warmbrightwings:

The Eastern prayer hall in Masjed-e Imam.

warmbrightwings:

The Eastern prayer hall in Masjed-e Imam.

The Night Migrations

apoemaday:

by Louise Glück

This is the moment when you see again
the red berries of the mountain ash
and in the dark sky
the birds’ night migrations.

It grieves me to think
the dead won’t see them—
these things we depend on,
they disappear.

What will the soul do for solace then?
I tell myself maybe it won’t need
these pleasures anymore;
maybe just not being is simply enough,
hard as that is to imagine.

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edge
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
on your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

- Clementine von RadicsMouthful of Forevers 
(via killthefez)

(Source: adderalldust)

But Not Forgotten

apoemaday:

by Dorothy Parker

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.