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Did you ever get the feeling you was being watched?

Did you ever get the feeling you was being watched?

Looks can be deceiving.

Looks can be deceiving.

Fun House

Fun House

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Johnny Abrahams

I don’t even know what’s going on here, but I like it.

It’s a yolk, get it?

It’s a yolk, get it?

Which came first?

Which came first?

Hardcore Hardboiled Faberge Ovum of the Equinox.

Hardcore Hardboiled Faberge Ovum of the Equinox.

thegetty:


We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance from inside, like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low, gleams in all its power. Otherwise the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could a smile run through the placid hips and thighs to that dark center where procreation flared.Otherwise this stone would seem defaced beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur: would not, from all the borders of itself, burst like a star: for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life. 
Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke

Apollo Crowning Himself, 1781, Antonio Canova. J. Paul Getty Museum.

I loves me some Rilke. But that picture just aint right.

thegetty:

We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance from inside, like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low, 

gleams in all its power. Otherwise the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could a smile run through the placid hips and thighs to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur: 

would not, from all the borders of itself, burst like a star: for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life. 

Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke

Apollo Crowning Himself, 1781, Antonio Canova. J. Paul Getty Museum.

I loves me some Rilke. But that picture just aint right.