Go For Baroque

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I have been pondering a tattoo for quite a while now. Now that I have graduated (with my art history degree) I really want something that is going to commemorate that achievement. What better way to do that than get a tattoo of a famous painting that you love? This is Franz Marc’s Fate of the Animals from 1913. I have been an animal lover my entire life, and this painting really hits a chord with me. Animals are so often mistreated and neglected, and it breaks my heart.

I have been pondering a tattoo for quite a while now.

Now that I have graduated (with my art history degree) I really want something that is going to commemorate that achievement. What better way to do that than get a tattoo of a famous painting that you love?

This is Franz Marc’s Fate of the Animals from 1913. I have been an animal lover my entire life, and this painting really hits a chord with me. Animals are so often mistreated and neglected, and it breaks my heart.

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0 | Uploaded on December, 10, 2011 | 5 months ago

Someone once said that change is neither good or bad, it just is. But right now it all seems so foreign. So unreal. Everyone is changing and has been changing. I’m changing…so slowly I’ve barely noticed. I desperately want to hold on to everything that I know, but I also realize that that will leave me completely alone, and in order to make it, you have to keep moving forward. Keep your feet moving. I want to stand at the edge of the ocean. I’d like to feel the cold water wash over me. I’d like to immense myself in a change that is constant, flowing, always somewhere in between. I need to embrace the things happening in my life, because they are all blessings, somehow. Maybe not for me, but for someone else, they might be the thing they’ve been searching for their entire life. And I need to be glad in that. If I never see you again, I will remember the rock by the river. I will remember the late nights, the wine, the way it feels to be with someone who echoes you inside. And when I do, I promise I will smile.

Someone once said that change is neither good or bad, it just is. But right now it all seems so foreign. So unreal. Everyone is changing and has been changing. I’m changing…so slowly I’ve barely noticed. I desperately want to hold on to everything that I know, but I also realize that that will leave me completely alone, and in order to make it, you have to keep moving forward. Keep your feet moving.

I want to stand at the edge of the ocean. I’d like to feel the cold water wash over me. I’d like to immense myself in a change that is constant, flowing, always somewhere in between.

I need to embrace the things happening in my life, because they are all blessings, somehow. Maybe not for me, but for someone else, they might be the thing they’ve been searching for their entire life. And I need to be glad in that.

If I never see you again, I will remember the rock by the river. I will remember the late nights, the wine, the way it feels to be with someone who echoes you inside. And when I do, I promise I will smile.

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liquidnight: Annick Gérardin From Paris entre chats

liquidnight:

Annick Gérardin

From Paris entre chats

Tags: Black and white French Street Photography Art Portrait Cityscape Annick Gérardin Paris France Europe Monochrome Photograph Animals Pets Cat Chat Feline Dog Canine Unlikely Friendship Friends Companions Pair Two Together Window Balcony Railing
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You mean so much more to me than I ever meant to you.

You mean so much more to me than I ever meant to you.

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105 | Uploaded on March, 11, 2011 | 1 year ago

(via batty-katty)

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(Source: thesteward)

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How did we get here again. That’s what I’ve been asking myself all night, sitting on the balcony, chain smoking like the sky was about to fall apart atop me. I wish I could understand this. I really do. And I wish I didn’t feel so goddamn helpless. 

I threw some things across the room. And my throat is raw from all that sweet smoke. And I wanted to hurt someone last night, so much more than I ever have in my entire life. This is too much. 

You said you wanted to leave here last week. And I said that I did, too. And as much as I know I would miss you, I think you should get out. I think you should go somewhere that makes you feel beautiful and alive. Somewhere you want to wake up to. Because no, there isn’t anything here for you. And I cannot continue to watch you spiral out. I love you too fucking much. 

So much is changing and been changing now. Pages are turning and chapters are coming to an end. I don’t know what to do or how to feel aside from awful. I prayed that this would never happen again, but not everything works out the way we’d like it to. 

I realize this is not about me, but it feels like a part of myself is breaking off. Floating away until it’s out of sight. I don’t really know who you are anymore. Not really, anyway. And that’s a hard thing to admit.

I love you. With all of my heart, I do. Through everything. And it hurts so much.

I just want everything to be okay. For you to be okay. I honestly cannot handle this again.

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0 | Uploaded on February, 8, 2011 | 1 year ago

Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
Lately my hands they don’t feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust and blind
Held you in my arms one time 
Lost you just the same 

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Fact: I do not know what it feels like to fly in a plane.

Fact: I do not know what it feels like to fly in a plane.

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