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It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive.
Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker (Bantam Books, 1980)
vincentvangogh-art:

Apricot Trees in Blossom, 1888
Vincent van Gogh

vincentvangogh-art:

Apricot Trees in Blossom, 1888

Vincent van Gogh

supersonicart:

Cryptik for Thinkspace Gallery’s “Fresh.”

Gorgeous new work by Cryptik for Thinkspace Gallery’s group show, “Fresh,” which opens this Saturday, October 11th 2014 in Culver City, California.  The show features brand new work by an exciting number of new members to the gallery’s roster, many of which I post on Supersonic regularly.

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alecsgrg:

Kirana | ( by Gary Brookshaw )

alecsgrg:

Kirana | ( by Gary Brookshaw )

Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet  (via reincarnatedangel)
thewoodworks:

Future Tropes | Volume Gallery
RO/LU
Truth Lies in Experience No Matter How Incomplete It May Be (man/desk/table) / 2014
I just became in love with this image

thewoodworks:

Future Tropes | Volume Gallery

RO/LU

Truth Lies in Experience No Matter How Incomplete It May Be (man/desk/table) / 2014


I just became in love with this image

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount.
Haruki Murakami, After Dark (via quotes-shape-us)
The dead receive more flowers than the living, because remorse is stronger than gratitude
Unknown (via moonflowerchilde)
snotargiacomo1:

Mushins

snotargiacomo1:

Mushins

artpropelled:

Andrea Starkey

artpropelled:

Andrea Starkey

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.
n.t.  (via luneie)