puppetwithapistol:

“Blue Nude (I)” (1952) by Henri Matisse x “Blue Nude” (1902) by Pablo Picasso

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vintageeveryday:

Paris cats at night, 1954. Photo by Robert Doisneau.

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inkskinned:

it won’t be like what you imagined. maybe you get the road trip to the beach with coffee in your hand and the radio playing, maybe you don’t. but happy shows up. it’s in a 2 AM game of jenga with your new college friends. it’s curling up for another marathon of netflix. it’s meeting the person who will be your best man at the wedding. it’s 4:45pm in the library when the girl in the study coral across from you quietly whispers “i’m going to set everything on fire” and then turns to you and asks if you wanna take a break for dinner (say yes, she’s very nice and you both need a moment away from the stress). it’s the mornings they have omelettes and in good books and in a puddle that looks cool. it’s sometimes picturesque, but more often it’s full-belly laughter at stupid things on the floor of your friend’s house while in the background someone is debating the best way to win settlers of catan. 

i know it gets dark early now and the tired is setting in and everything sort of feels blank and hazy and you want to spend ages staring at walls thinking of nothing

but happiness will find a way in. it will be small moments. look for them.

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Because apparently I only come on here to complain:

Tbh life is very good right now, but this time of year is just increasingly hard for me. It gets really difficult to convince myself to get out of bed some days. I wish I had a simple solution for combatting a continuous discomfort but I don’t, and I’m not sure any natural remedy can fix this. I just tell myself it’ll pass, and chances are it will, but damn is it hard to be patient when you just feel the crushing feeling of impending doom all of the time. Honestly the school semester being over makes me feel like I have a lack of purpose and therefore don’t want to even attempt to leave my house. This is hard, life is such a stupid balance of staying busy but not too busy because both options are stressful and it’s a lose, lose situation because I’m going to feel anxiety regardless. I’m not sad, I’m just uncomfortable all the time and I wish my heart would stop racing for one day.

enter-galactic-love:

René Magritte

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2silky:

go 2 that show alone. go eat alone. feel good abt being alone

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jimlovesart:

Trisha Baga - Bird Height, 2013. 

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goodreadss:

“In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines,
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines …”

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