ratak-monodosico:

Auguste Raynaud: La Nuit, circa 1887.
the-hardest-of-hearts-survive:

James Abbott McNeill Whistler
Nocturne in Black and Gold (The Falling Rocket)
1875
Oil on panel
Detroit Institute of Arts
markagoodwin:

Monoprints
by mark goodwin

Posy ring with pictogram inscription, ‘Two hands, one heart, Till death us part.’ Made in England in the 17th century (source).
lumenate:

coltre:

A lot of people complain about the night, and how lonely they feel inside their bed. But that’s not how it works for me. I notice I’m lonely at 9 am. When the sun wakes me up and everything is silent around me. I notice I’m lonely at 1 pm. When I walk down the street knowing I  have no one to go visit. I notice I’m lonely at 3 pm. When I draw on my yellow paper knowing there’s no one to say “This drawing is from me to you. I think about you a lot. ” I notice I’m lonely at 6 pm. When I look in the mirror and my body is untouched. There’s no sign of someone else living, touching, breathing my body.  It makes me sad thinking how much love I’m willing to give and it’s all going wasted because after all, maybe some people aren’t meant to be with someone.

finally someone puts this into words

Claude Monet’s palette at the Musee Marmottan, Paris.

Gustav Klimt, The Beethoven Frieze (detail), 1902
workman:

free-parking:
Sanja Iveković, Rastavljena, 2007
leynaburel:

intersections
byunyounggeun:

between winter and spring #423x30.5cm canvas on watercolor

liona5:

So incredible I got to see this in London. Ahhhh

(Source: queenrhaenyra, via preraphaelight)