William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Chansons de Printemps, 1889
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thefineartnude: Yolanda Dorda
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I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room. — Fernando Pessoa (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)
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n. a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends—people who you can trust, who you can be yourself with, who can help flush out the weird psychological toxins that tend to accumulate over time—which is a form of acute social malnutrition in which even if you devour an entire buffet of chitchat, you’ll still feel pangs of hunger.
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I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me. — Esperanza Spalding (via stxxz)
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Vanessa Axente by Miguel Reveriego.