Jeder, der sich die Fähigkeit erhält, Schönes zu erkennen, wird nie alt werden.
Dr.Kafka

oldbookillustrations:

"What is the cause of your sorrow?" asked the princess gently.
Maria Louise Kirk, from The story of the Canterbury pilgrims, retold from Chaucer by F. J. Harvey Darton, New York, 1914.
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oldbookillustrations:

"What is the cause of your sorrow?" asked the princess gently.

Maria Louise Kirk, from The story of the Canterbury pilgrims, retold from Chaucer by F. J. Harvey Darton, New York, 1914.

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drakontomalloi:

Edvard Munch - Evening. Melancholy I. 1896

drakontomalloi:

Edvard Munch - Evening. Melancholy I. 1896

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“A certaint darkness is needed to see the stars”

—   (via heidrik)
beautifulbizarremag:

Leslie Ann O’Dell amazing photography/digital piece, ‘Novocaine’

beautifulbizarremag:

Leslie Ann O’Dell amazing photography/digital piece, ‘Novocaine’

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O Captain! My Captain!

weshedaswepickup:

Every once in a while the world suddenly loses someone whose cultural reach is so vast, whose inspirational touch so expansive, that the collective light we all took for granted to show us the way seems dimmed. The route no longer so obvious, the way we perceive ourselves and each other somehow…

milkyname:

Pablo Picasso - (I love artists. However, to my regret, many of them have already died. But I want to paint their portraits after death)

milkyname:

Pablo Picasso - (I love artists. However, to my regret, many of them have already died. But I want to paint their portraits after death)

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the North is in my blood…

Hva vet du om håpløshet?!

there’s no way out.
lay down and die.

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“I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.”

—   Willian Golding (via wonterth)
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. It is on this ample nourishment that they multiply so enormously. Humanity senses this and fights against it and in order to eliminate as far as possible the ghostly element between people and to create a natural communication, the peace of souls, it has invented the railway, the motor car, the areoplane. But it’s no longer any good, these are evidently inventions being made at the moment of crashing. The opposing side is so much calmer and stronger; after the postal service it has invented the telegraph, the telephone, the radiograph. The ghosts won’t starve, but we will perish.
from the Franz Kafka’s letter to Milena Jesenská, 1922
_____________________________________Geschriebene Küsse kommen nicht an ihren Ort, sondern werden von den Gespenstern auf dem Wege ausgetrunken. Durch diese reichliche Nahrung vermehren sie sich ja so unerhört. Die Menschheit fühlt das und kämpft dagegen, sie hat, um möglichst das Gespenstische zwischen den Menschen auszuschalten, und den natürlichen Verkehr, den Frieden der Seelen zu erreichen, die Eisenbahn, das Auto, den Aeroplan erfunden, aber es hilft nichts mehr, es sind offenbar Erfindungen, die schon im Absturz gemacht werden, die Gegenseite ist soviel ruhiger und stärker, sie hat nach der Post den Telegraphen erfunden, das Telephon, die Funkentelegraphie. Die Geister werden nicht verhungern, aber wir werden zugrundegehn.

Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
It is on this ample nourishment that they multiply so enormously. Humanity senses this and fights against it and in order to eliminate as far as possible the ghostly element between people and to create a natural communication,
the peace of souls, it has invented the railway, the motor car,
the areoplane.
But it’s no longer any good, these are evidently inventions being made at the moment of crashing.
The opposing side is so much calmer and stronger;
after the postal service it has invented the telegraph,
the telephone, the radiograph.

The ghosts won’t starve, but we will perish.


  • from the Franz Kafka’s letter to Milena Jesenská, 1922

_____________________________________

Geschriebene Küsse kommen nicht an ihren Ort,
sondern werden von den Gespenstern auf dem Wege ausgetrunken.
Durch diese reichliche Nahrung vermehren sie sich ja so unerhört.
Die Menschheit fühlt das und kämpft dagegen,
sie hat, um möglichst das Gespenstische zwischen den Menschen auszuschalten,
und den natürlichen Verkehr, den Frieden der Seelen zu erreichen,
die Eisenbahn, das Auto, den Aeroplan erfunden, aber es hilft nichts mehr,
es sind offenbar Erfindungen, die schon im Absturz gemacht werden,
die Gegenseite ist soviel ruhiger und stärker,
sie hat nach der Post den Telegraphen erfunden, das Telephon, die Funkentelegraphie.

Die Geister werden nicht verhungern, aber wir werden zugrundegehn.


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diegoterros:


Resurrection - Diego Terroswww.diegoterros.com

diegoterros:

Resurrection - Diego Terros
www.diegoterros.com

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