“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”

You said that i’m the only one. But will my heart be broken when the night meets the morning sun?

nightcatt:

Garden at Giverny, by Claude Monet

unjardin-unlivre:

Adolphe Monet in the Garden of Le Coteau at Sainte-Adresse

mimbeau:

Claude Monet

Garden at Sainte-Adresse

Monet spent the summer of 1867 at the resort town of Sainte-Adresse on the English Channel, near Le Havre (France).

pablo-sarabia:

Woman with a Parasol

The Japanese Footbridge

The Artist’s Garden at Vetheuil

circlesofcircles:

Burne Hogarth

vitazur:

Burne Hogarth - King Arthur

iazthinks:

Burne Hogarth « Tarzan of the apes »
~Google Search

thebristolboard:

Tarzan of the Apes by Burne Hogarth.

thesetelevisionblues:

Edward Hopper

bofransson:

Rocky Projection at the Sea Edward Hopper - 1916-1919

bofransson:

Moonlight Interior Edward Hopper - 1921-1923

veronicalipschitz:

Edward Hopper: Room in Brooklyn (1932)