I haven’t actively posted in a really long time, college and work is taking it’s toll on me and I don’t really have much time to update this blog as much as I’d like. I will, however be making a new blog, shortly. It’ll be of a similar theme to this and will include a lot of art content as I’ll be using it as a scrapbook/mood board. If you’d be interested in following that- cool. I’ll leave my new URL and blog details on this blog once the new one is up and running, after that- I’ll delete this one. 

I’m not sure if anyone will actually read this, but it still applies.



"Portrait of Mrs. Drummond" (detail) by Thomas Gainsborough (1727-1788).

portrait-of-a-girl-1896 Arthur Hacker-1858-1919

Ophelia (detail) by Jules-Joseph Lefebvre.

Anton Graff (1736-1813)Portrait of a Lady as a Vestal Virgin (Detail)Oil on canvas, 18th Century

Francesco Scognamiglio Fall 2013 RTW

damien cadio oil on canvas

John William Waterhouse “Lamia” 1905,detail.
Yesterday I was sad, today I am happy! Yesterday I had a problem, today I still have the same problem! But today I changed the way I look at it!

― C. JoyBell C. (via psych-quotes)

(via sunnisidesammi)

In your absence, I added salt to everything.
Even the pies. In your absence, the dog barked
for days but I couldn’t bear to put him out
so I cleaned to the sound of his anger.
In your absence, my brother visited and didn’t
ask about you. Not once. In your absence,
I washed my hair but didn’t always remember
to fish it out of the drain. In your absence,
I let the best parts of me lay out and tan
in the sun. In your absence, I burned a lot
of candles and almost danced in my bra but didn’t.
In your absence, I kissed boys that smelled like
gasoline, boys who rubbed their hands all over
my skin, set fire to my eyelashes. In your absence,
I asked myself the questions that were hardest
to answer. In your absence, I never missed
anything more than the sound of you getting up
in the morning to brush your teeth. In your
absence, I had to start telling the truth. In your
absence, I took myself home after a first date
and swallowed his number. In your absence,
I tried to write this poem eleven times. It always
ends the same: you don’t come back and I cut off
all of my hair and sleep with the pieces. I really
wouldn’t recommend living alone.

Kristina Haynes, “In Your Absence” (via crimical)

(via mashamorevna)


Self-analysis by David Agenjo

The Sea in the Sun, Quiberon, Morbihan Maxime Maufra - 1916