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Take Me To Church by Hozier from the album: Hozier (Deluxe Version)

themusiclibrary:

Take Me To Church | Hozier

humansofnewyork:

"I was on a magazine cover. Do you want to see?""Absolutely."

humansofnewyork:

"I was on a magazine cover. Do you want to see?"
"Absolutely."

aseaofquotes:

Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition

aseaofquotes:

Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition

altlitgossip:

a 2500 year old alt lit poem by Sappho

altlitgossip:

a 2500 year old alt lit poem by Sappho

allthingseurope:

Poland (by Joanna RB)

allthingseurope:

Poland (by Joanna RB)

blastedheath:

Alfred Stevens (Belgian, 1823–1906), Marine sous la lune, 1884. Canvas, 33 x 41 cm.
via amare-habeo

blastedheath:

Alfred Stevens (Belgian, 1823–1906), Marine sous la lune, 1884. Canvas, 33 x 41 cm.

via amare-habeo

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this
is exactly what’s happening,

it’s what they write grants about: the chromodynamics
of mournful Whistlers,
the audible sorrow and beta decay of “Old Battersea Bridge.”
I like the idea of different

theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass,
a Bronx where people talk
like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow
kind, perhaps in the nook

of a cousin universe I’ve never defiled or betrayed
anyone. Here I have
two hands and they are vanishing, the hollow of your back
to rest my cheek against,

your voice and little else but my assiduous fear to cherish.
My hands are webbed
like the wind-torn work of a spider, like they squeezed
something in the womb

but couldn’t hang on. One of those other worlds
or a life I felt
passing through mine, or the ocean inside my mother’s belly
she had to scream out.

Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”
somewhere else I am saying
“I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet

in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
Bob Hicok, ”Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem” 

Abbott Handerson Thayer: Waterlilies 1884

Abbott Handerson Thayer: Waterlilies 1884

gustavklimt-art:

Fir Forest I, 1901
Gustav Klimt

gustavklimt-art:

Fir Forest I, 1901

Gustav Klimt

twinpeakscaptioned:

twin peaks season 3 looks great

twinpeakscaptioned:

twin peaks season 3 looks great

I have no problem understanding that women are interested in mascara and the Middle East. Men are allowed to talk about sports relentlessly, and yet we still take them seriously. I don’t understand why women can’t talk about fashion, or sex, or love, or wanting more money and not be taken as seriously as men.
I said to someone the other day — I don’t know who I was trying to kid — I said, “It’s not that hard being nice to people.” Which makes me sound like such a good guy. Then I thought about it later. And I thought, “No, it’s not that hard to be nice to nice people. It’s really hard to be nice to people who aren’t nice.” That’s work right there.

2headedsnake:

Thomas Cooper Gotch

'The Lantern Parade', 1910, oil on canvas

'Study for the Birthday Party', about 1930, oil on canvas