1. onlyoldphotography:

    Alfred Eisenstaedt: Couple relaxing on bank of Seine near Notre Dame Cathedral during lunch hour. Paris, June 14, 1963

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  2. slojnotak:

    Hans Bollongier - Floral Still Life (1639)

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  3. Crystallized rose clusters with cream-Tim Walker

  4. (Source: coolatheist, via logicrovers)

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  7. suicideblonde:

    Addams Family Values

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  8. theparisreview:

    First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

    Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.”

    John Steinbeck offers love advice to his sons. (via) Read our 1969 and 1975 interview with the American Nobel laureate.

  9. inspriation:  -Alonso Sánchez Coello,

    The Infanta Isabel Clara Eugenia, 1579 

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  10. "You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken."
    — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1 (1931-1934)

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