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INDIA. Uttar Pradesh. Agra. Taj Mahal. 1985 // Raghu Rai

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I think [land] people waste a lot of time wondering why. Winter comes and can’t wait for summer, summer comes and you never can wait for winter. That’s why you never tire of traveling or chasing some place far away, where it’s always summer. Doesn’t sound like a good bet to me.

1900,The Legend of 1900 (via cynicfan)

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All that city… You just couldn’t see an end to it. The end! Please, could you show me where it ends? It was all very fine on that gangway and I was grand, too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure and I had no doubts about getting off. Guaranteed. That wasn’t a problem. It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn’t see. Can you understand that? What I didn’t see. In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was everything. But there wasn’t an end. What I couldn’t see was where all that came to an end. The end of the world. Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them and no-one can tell you differently. They are not infinite, you are infinite. And on those 88 keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. But you get me up on that gangway and roll out a keyboard with millions of keys, and that’s the truth, there’s no end to them, that keyboard is infinite. But if that keyboard is infinite there’s no music you can play. You’re sitting on the wrong bench. That’s God’s piano. Christ, did you see the streets? There were thousands of them! How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world weighing down on you without you knowing where it ends. Aren’t you scared of just breaking apart just thinking about it, the enormity of living in it? I was born on this ship. The world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than could fit on a ship, between prow and stern. You played out your happiness on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way. Land is a ship too big for me. It’s a woman too beautiful. It’s a voyage too long. Perfume too strong. It’s music I don’t know how to make. I can’t get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life. After all, it’s as though I never existed. You’re the exception, Max. You’re the only one who knows that I’m here. You’re a minority. You’d better get used to it. Forgive me, my friend. But I’m not getting off.

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Tim Roth The Legend of 1900 / I’m just a piano player

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Waves in art

Hokusai, Courbet, Van Gogh, Renoir, and Monet

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Carrying Juvia: the boyfriend and the best friend, both happy she survived!

Take care of her, boys.

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[Translation] #ProtectGruvia2K16

Original art by: ベル ※permission to translate was given by the author via twitter Translator: sarapyon PS: I hope you guys can donate (willingly & any amount), just click the donate button at my sidebar description if you guys appreciate and enjoy reading what I always do for the gruvia comics with translations.

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Solitude 

Vilhelm Hammershoi-Interior from Strangade with Sunlight on the Floor

Thomas Graham-Alone in London

Claude Monet-Meditation

Vilhelm Hammershoi-Interior with Young Man reading

Paul Cezanne-Italian Girl

Caspar David Friederich-The Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog

Gustave Caillebote-Young Man at the Window

Edward Hopper-Automat

James McNeill Whistler-Arrangement in Grey and Black:The Painter’s Mother

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Snowy night in Harajuku tonight. A few extra pics on Flickr. Will edit more later after getting some sleep. Stay warm everyone!

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Guy Orlando Rose (American, 1867-1925)

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Katsushika Hokusai, Shore of Tago Bay (1832)

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The Four Rooms, 1914, Vilhelm Hammershøi

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“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.” ― Vincent van Gogh

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良縁地蔵 by m@kico on Flickr.

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