#proustitute

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

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“All things are words belonging to that language In which Someone or Something, night and day, Writes down the infinite babble that is, per se, The history of the world.”

Jorge Luis Borges, from “Compass,” trans. Robert Mezey (via proustitute)

Odilon Redon, Flowers in Green Vase, ca. 1905, oil on canvas Carnegie Museum of Art

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Vincent van Gogh, The Flowering Orchard (Arles, 1888).

The arrival of spring in Arles in 1888 found Van Gogh "in a fury of work." As he wrote to his brother Theo, "the trees are in blossom and I would like to do a Provençal orchard of tremendous gaiety." Between late March and late April, the artist dedicated fourteen canvases to the subject, working in a range of sizes, formats, and styles. This composition, dominated by the angular, elongated branches of the budding trees, attests to Van Gogh’s admiration for Japanese prints. His inclusion of the scythe and rake makes this one of only two orchard paintings to hint at a human presence. :: [Robert Scott Horton]

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"We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away." Emily Dickinson, from “[114]”

 (via proustitute)

[violentwavesofemotion]

What are some good quote blogs to follow?

You can have a look here.

A few more sites that you may like to explore:

Time Immemorial

Notes from a Room

Invisible Stories

Proustitute

as the wind rises

(un)justly (un)read

Memory’s Landscape

Thrive

metaphorformetaphor

[behrial]

proustitute:

Caravaggio, Madonna of the Rosary (detail), 1607

[alittlelifebook]

#visitinglispenerdst by @proustitute⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #literarylandmarks #alittlelifebook http://bit.ly/2Itgwau

[final-girlfriends-club]

Out of context Quotes from our d&d sessions.

Evil Rogue: *attempts to shoot me point blank in the back, fails*

Carmilla:(my character who is a prostitute) you know there's three things in Brinkshire you should never piss off. Royalty, a bear, and a proustitute.

Evil Rogue: ...wait why a bear?

[moontimemumblings]

PROUSTitute

It isn’t easy to grasp Proust’s prose and I love it all the more for that. I love the hunt for meaning in those seamless wordscapes... The last time I had felt this way was when I was reading Borges.

[iamkulqee]

Man Arrested after killing a proustitute for ritual.. See Photos

Man Arrested after killing a proustitute for ritual.. See Photos

Man Arrested after killing a proustitute for ritual.. See Photos.A man has been arrested for killing a prostitute for ritual purposes at his house located inside Corporation Estate, Mile 12, Lagos.

According to reports, the unidentified suspect revealed that a herbalist, Segun, told him to kill the victim at exactly 12 midnight and bring her private parts.

An eyewitness said: “Around…

[izgnos]

proustitute: Johannes Vermeer, A Lady Drinking and a Gentleman (detail), c. 1658 Pinned to Bohemian"LOVE" by victoria

[artchipel]

Todd Hido - Occupied homes

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[rabbit-light]

October

1 There's this shape, black as the entrance to a cave. A longing wells up in its throat like a blossom as it breathes slowly. What does the world mean to you if you can't trust it to go on shining when you're not there? and there's a tree, long-fallen; once the bees flew to it, like a procession of messengers, and filled it with honey. 2 I said to the chickadee, singing his heart out in the green pine tree: little dazzler little song, little mouthful. 3 The shape climbs up out of the curled grass. It grunts into view. There is no measure for the confidence at the bottom of its eyes-- there is no telling the suppleness of its shoulders as it turns and yawns. Near the fallen tree something--a leaf snapped loose from the branch and fluttering down--tries to pull me into its trap of attention. 4 It pulls me into its trap of attention. And when I turn again, the bear is gone. 5 Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower? 6 Look, I want to love this world as thought it's the last chance I'm ever going to get to be alive and know it. 7 Sometimes in late summer I won't touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won't drink from the pond; I won't name the birds or the trees; I won't whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn't see me--and I thought: so this is the world. I'm not in it. It is beautiful.

Mary Oliver

Thank you, proustitute.

[theparisreview]

A distich by Joseph Brodsky. (via)

[delphinidin4]

proustitute:

Pierre-Louis Pierson, Portrait of Virginia Oldoini, Countess di Castiglione, c. 1863-66

[learningfromthehands-blog]

tumblr crushes:

I have wanted to do this for a while and I am in the midst of major procrastination:

Dear Photograph: Awesome concept Literary Dogs: Dogs + literature = what could be better? A Secret History: Essential reading Talkativolive: Essential reading Proustitute: Essential reading Wet Behind the Ears: Makes me wish my apartment was decorated nicely. Reminds of the outdoors when I'm inside working all day. Onyx Earth: Nat geo. Need I say more? Words First: Essential reading. Courtlynn Hawkins: Girl crush + essential reading.

[elcajondelaultimanoche]

As a lover, I want you to stay so I can make you come. As a poet, I want you to leave so the words will come

Probably K. Thomas Khan

[artchipel]

Jessica Kaufman - Panopticon. Silver gelatin print (2006)

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