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liquidnight:

Louis Stettner
84 Broadway, financial district, 1954
From Louis Stettner’s New York 1950s-1990s

liquidnight:

Louis Stettner

84 Broadway, financial district, 1954

From Louis Stettner’s New York 1950s-1990s

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architectureblog:

(via a renovated farmhouse in parma, italy | the style files)

architectureblog:

(via a renovated farmhouse in parma, italy | the style files)

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cavetocanvas:

Frantisek Kupka, Yellow Spectrum, 1907

cavetocanvas:

Frantisek Kupka, Yellow Spectrum, 1907

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liquidnight:

Sergey Borisov
Untitled
From Photo Art ‘06: The Best Authors

liquidnight:

Sergey Borisov

Untitled

From Photo Art ‘06: The Best Authors

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Morning Blend

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arthistoryeveryday:

Woman in Green by Pablo Picasso (1901)

arthistoryeveryday:

Woman in Green by Pablo Picasso (1901)

(via cavetocanvas)

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Meditation (detail), Simone Martini. Italian Gothic Era Painter (ca 1285-1344)

Meditation (detail), Simone Martini. Italian Gothic Era Painter (ca 1285-1344)

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Oxford

sink away
all night again
to a better place
till the sun rises
on our way
to middle age
on a cold Sunday
we can only hear the sighs

a cool hard narrator
came from somewhere
says schizophrenia boy
hangs out right there
night comes on the river
standing on the edge
needs much the same
as the rest, as the rest

sink away
all night again
to a better place
till the sun rises
on our way
to middle age
on a cold Sunday
we can only hear the sighs

to bet where all running
from a deeper beast
the skin we’re all stuck in
is handed down to us at least
obsession’s a disease
even on a Monday
countless hang-ups
and some low anxiety

sink away
all night again
to a better place
till the sun rises
on our way
to middle age
on a cold Sunday
we can only hear the sighs

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