Bust of Medusa by Daniele Danko Angelozzi, 2020.
“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.”
— T. S. Eliot
Poème Maudit - Santiago Caruso
You prefer sunset over sunrise, don't you?💥 Altocumulus clouds & sunset at 30.000ft by Nathan Province
Wild hearts don’t break; they burn.
“Lilac Cloud” — Catherine Ilyushkina
Date don’t change facts თარიღები ფაქტებს არ ცვლის Copywriter: Lasha Schrute Milorava Design: Takaka Abramia
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“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
“You're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. Well, who knows, who knows,' he replied. 'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently. 'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal!” ― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
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You just need to be alone for a while. Untill you feel…yourself again. — In Your Eyes Artist: Nester Formentera
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