So people who've been reading my posts, you must have noticed that I'm attaching poems with pictures I reblog. It's a new trend I've started on my tumblog and you can view all those posts here ---> myintangibleworld.tumblr.com/tagged/favorites

Tell me what you think, guys! : )

dixertia:

Vertical / Vintage / Indie / Nature

I am a mindless soul.I wander throughout valleys, & plateau’s. Blindly following the wind.Dragging my feet to the direction it carries me.I am a kindred soul.I run idyllically through the fields of significance.Sometimes I forget who I am.And when I do, I feel free.I am exquisite.I’ve somewhat reached my inner divinity.However, the bold voices in the wind can sometimes misguide me.When I get lost, I just sit there.I wait for the wind to guide me again.When the time comes,I will know what to do.And someday, I will guide myselfSource - hellopoetry.com

dixertia:

Vertical / Vintage / Indie / Nature

I am a mindless soul.
I wander throughout valleys, & plateau’s. 
Blindly following the wind.
Dragging my feet to the direction it carries me.

I am a kindred soul.
I run idyllically through the fields of significance.
Sometimes I forget who I am.
And when I do, I feel free.

I am exquisite.
I’ve somewhat reached my inner divinity.
However, the bold voices in the wind can sometimes misguide me.
When I get lost, I just sit there.

I wait for the wind to guide me again.
When the time comes,
I will know what to do.
And someday, I will guide myself

Source - hellopoetry.com

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Writing my masters dissertation: a story in pictures

artmastered:

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"I’m going to work so, so hard on this dissertation, it’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever written, I’m going to read anything and everything that has ever been published, I’m going to WIN. Look how intelligent I look when I put my hand on my chin and pretend I have a clue what this author is talking about."

Federico Zandomeneghi, Reading by a Window, n.d., oil on canvas, 55.5 x 46.1 cm, Private Collection. Source

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"No, I’m not sleeping. I’m thinking with my eyes closed."

Johannes Vermeer, A Maid Asleep, c.1657, oil on canvas, 87.6 x 76.5 cm, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Source

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"Is my hair falling out? IS MY HAIR FALLING OUT?!"

Gustave Courbet, Jo, La Belle Irlandaise, 1865-66, oil on canvas, 55.9 x 66 cm, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Source

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M NOT EVEN HALF WAY THROUGH?!"

Edvard Munch, The Scream, 1893, crayon and tempera on paper, 91 x 73.5 cm, National Gallery, Oslo. Source

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"Goodbye, sweet sanity."

Pierre Puvis de Chavannes, The Balloon, 1870, oil on canvas, 136.7 x 86.5 cm, Musée d’Orsay, Paris. Source

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"Alright, alcohol. You win."

Edgar Degas, In a Café (L’Absinthe), 1875-76, oil on canvas, 92 x 68.5 cm, Musée d’Orsay, Paris. Source

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”-“

Henry Fuseli, Silence, 1799-1801, oil on canvas, 63.5 x 51.5 cm, Kunsthaus, Zurich. Source

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"Remember when life was fun?"

Frederic Leighton, Memories, 1883, oil on canvas, 64.5 x 76 cm, Private Collection. Source

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"Just the conclusion to go, just the conclusion to go …"

Roy Lichtenstein, Crying Girl, 1964, porcelain enamel on steel, 116.8 cm × 116.8 cm, Milwaukee Art Museum. Source

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I’VE FINIIIIISHED!!! BOW DOWN, BITCHES.

John Lavery, Anna Pavlova, 1911, oil on canvas, [no dimensions], Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow. Source

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"Yes, that’s right: I have completed my dissertation. I expect there to be a full parade, with flowers, horses and fit blokes, upon my return to society."

John Collier, Queen Guinevere’s Maying, 1900, oil on canvas, [no dimensions], Cartwright Hall Art Gallery, Bradford. Source

This is absolutely remarkable,

"My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves"
- Herman Hesse, from Demian, trans. N. H. Priday (Boni & Liveright, 1923)

(Source: blackshivers, via deborah--k)

ambermozo:

I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.