Chromophilia

blastedheath:

Piet Mondrian (Dutch, 1872-1944), Landscape with Apple Tree at Left: Winter Landscape, c.1907. Oil on canvas, 35.5 x 61.5 cm.

blastedheath:

Piet Mondrian (Dutch, 1872-1944), Landscape with Apple Tree at Left: Winter Landscape, c.1907. Oil on canvas, 35.5 x 61.5 cm.

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perksofahunter:

I have this theory that our souls are reincarnated into situations depending what kind of person you were in your past life, and as a child you somewhat remember your past life, but as you grow older and get into your new life you forget your old one. 

Things keep making me believe I was in Perth in my last past life and died in the sea.
rosamutabilis:

Time to do some work.
In the bunch are daffodils, big and little, freesias, honeywort, forget-me-nots, iris japonica and golden edged box.

rosamutabilis:

Time to do some work.

In the bunch are daffodils, big and little, freesias, honeywort, forget-me-nots, iris japonica and golden edged box.

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under-no-illusions:

Song of the Day:

Eskimo Joe - From the Sea

"The world repeats itself somehow

Only just beginning to know…”

(Source: westvirjess)

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In every girls’ comic book, written by female manga artists, a boy for a girl protagonist is the one who has a nihilistic behavior in the society and nevertheless always only saves her, because this kind of boy is the coolest thing girls dream of. Actually it is but hardly exists in reality.

aurasama:

Origa - Из города лир

Every night “I will return”
I promise from the city of Lyre

Childish wishes for a glamorous custodian
Of my city of Lyre

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The first snow, snow, snow
Fallen on tea roses
The first snow, snow, snow
Frozen tears
The first snow, snow, snow
First as my confessions
And your smile, smile, smile
Contrary to expectations

Cold heart melts in the spring
In the meantime winter longs with me

Land in haste, spring
Melt pieces of ice
Where are you, spring
Bring your love
To believe in it again
I beg of you

(Source: song-pad.ru)

My name may have been the name of this flower if I had been born in spring. It wasn’t spring and my mom named what just sprang up after seeing my face. The word of my name has the meaning, spring water, but my name doesn’t because it was named without meaning, and I like the way she did.

My name may have been the name of this flower if I had been born in spring. It wasn’t spring and my mom named what just sprang up after seeing my face. The word of my name has the meaning, spring water, but my name doesn’t because it was named without meaning, and I like the way she did.

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The law is not concerned with motives.

- 'A Doll's House' by Henrik Ibsen (via leedingthewaytocollege)
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Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshipping.

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Hubert Reeves
(via wordsnquotes)
room42:

Original - Paul Chabas’s painting Matinée de Septembre (or September Morn, as it was normally translated)

room42:

Original - Paul Chabas’s painting Matinée de Septembre (or September Morn, as it was normally translated)

sunsalabim:

Arm of the Seine Near Giverny-Claude Monet


Once seen this painting at a Monet exhibition. This was one of the bests.

sunsalabim:

Arm of the Seine Near Giverny
-Claude Monet

Once seen this painting at a Monet exhibition. This was one of the bests.
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i-wannatravel:

Pyramids at Port-Coton, Rough Sea, Claude Monet 1886, oil on canvas 65 x 81 cm, The Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts, Moscow Russia.


Painting Description :
These rocks generally called needles are called pyramids in Brittany, on the Atlantic coast of France. Monet spent the Fall 1886 on the island of Belle Ile. “I am in a wonderfully wild place”, he wrote to his friend the painter Caillebotte, “amongst a heap of terrible rocks and an unbelievably coloured sea. “

i-wannatravel:

Pyramids at Port-Coton, Rough Sea, Claude Monet 1886, oil on canvas 65 x 81 cm, The Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts, Moscow Russia.

Painting Description :

These rocks generally called needles are called pyramids in Brittany, on the Atlantic coast of France. Monet spent the Fall 1886 on the island of Belle Ile.
“I am in a wonderfully wild place”, he wrote to his friend the painter Caillebotte, “amongst a heap of terrible rocks and an unbelievably coloured sea. “

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