Mihail, I love you no longer. That’s gone now.
Mihail, I love you no longer. That’s gone now.
Where creativity finds no limits.
(Source: fashionandstyleformen, via deananthonyd)
Daddy Long Legs, 1919, dir. Marshall Neilan
(Source: kylarose, via theloudestvoice)
[London goes beyond any boundary or convention. It contains every wish or word ever spoken, every action or gesture ever made, every harsh or noble statement ever expressed. It is illimitable.] It is Infinite London.
– Peter Ackroyd, from London: A Biography (via the-final-sentence)
(via autumnw0lf)
The Human Seasons
John Keats
“Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.”
For an art critic, the passages of life in here are “lust, contemplation of beauty, contemplation of mystery, and then ‘pale misfeature’.”
In the picture, Ben Winshaw as John Keats in the movie Bright Star.
