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fleurdulys:

The Embrace - Egon Schiele
1917

fleurdulys:

The Embrace - Egon Schiele

1917

(via mycolorbook)

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference ‘twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
– W. Shakespeare (via mycolorbook)
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
– W. Shakespeare (via mycolorbook)
One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush.
– Marquis de Sade (via mycolorbook)
fleurdulys:

The Honeymoon - John Lavery
1921

fleurdulys:

The Honeymoon - John Lavery

1921

(via mycolorbook)

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.
– J.F. Kennedy (via mycolorbook)
poboh:

Rest, 1903, Ettore Tit. Italian (1859 - 1941) - Tempera on Cardboard -

poboh:

Rest, 1903, Ettore Tit. Italian (1859 - 1941)
- Tempera on Cardboard -

(via mycolorbook)

(Source: mikediamond, via baggerville)

fleurdulys:

The Embrace - Egon Schiele
1917

fleurdulys:

The Embrace - Egon Schiele

1917

(via mycolorbook)

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference ‘twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
– W. Shakespeare (via mycolorbook)
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
– W. Shakespeare (via mycolorbook)
One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush.
– Marquis de Sade (via mycolorbook)
fleurdulys:

The Honeymoon - John Lavery
1921

fleurdulys:

The Honeymoon - John Lavery

1921

(via mycolorbook)

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.
– J.F. Kennedy (via mycolorbook)
poboh:

Rest, 1903, Ettore Tit. Italian (1859 - 1941) - Tempera on Cardboard -

poboh:

Rest, 1903, Ettore Tit. Italian (1859 - 1941)
- Tempera on Cardboard -

(via mycolorbook)

arcpost:

Bless

arcpost:

Bless

(via baggerville)

"She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference ‘twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
Begins his golden progress in the east."
"Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast."
"One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush."
"Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce."

About:

She was born and then she was eighteen and still she was looking in wonderment at the veins of leaves that matched the veins in her neck. Staring into a mirror she looked and looked and did not find anything but a constellation of freckles and two eyes like oil wells. Black, reflecting rainbows and an unrelenting trap for those who let themselves fall in.

Singapore born, educated in the Northeast.

This is my scrapbook.

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