f1ume:

i love this so fucking much

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Ximena CristiBouquet à  la Fenêtre, 1920

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kodiiakk:

amazing-places-omg:

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for the wild heart

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raider27:

Red Alley by leakylightbucket on Flickr.Red Alley

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melissaannandthecool:

Just a reminder

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haleybaley901:

legitimism:

butterhcup:


click on it

This is my most favorite picture in the history of ever

I want to take someone to a field of sunflowers one day

want

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sublim-ature:

Colorado River, UtahMatthew Foster

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When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.

When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *academical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.

But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.

And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.

~   Brenda UelandIf You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via raggedybearcat)
womanfeedme:

stunningpicture:

very clear water

this fucked me up

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painofstayingthesame:

blondeisawesome:
A wave viewed from underwater

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deadliftsandredlips:

lifeweightsandpavement:

Way too powerful an image here…
This speaks volume about the standards expected in society on how one should look. And how young we begin to be bombarded with these standards…
Picture by Meg Gaiger

I can’t remember the amount of times of cried while grabbing at my fat and wishing I could cut it off. It started when I was eight. This picture and the meaning behind it is so, so important.

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