MirageCoordinator
oldbookillustrations:

The Black Knight.
G. Max, from Gedichte (Poems), by Ludwig Uhland, Stuttgart, circa 1845 (?).
(Source: archive.org)

oldbookillustrations:

The Black Knight.

G. Max, from Gedichte (Poems), by Ludwig Uhland, Stuttgart, circa 1845 (?).

(Source: archive.org)

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.
Hazrat Inayat Khan  (via nau-see)
paintingispoetry:

Paul Delaroche, Henriette Sontag detail, 1831

paintingispoetry:

Paul Delaroche, Henriette Sontag detail, 1831

slojnotak:

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip  - A Musical Interlude (1897)

slojnotak:

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip  - A Musical Interlude (1897)

Patterns by William Morris, part III.

jakubdublininc:

paultoes:

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?

There is so little appreciation for this movie. I think what makes it so great is that Bette Davis and Joan Crawford really and truly hated one another. And the shit they did to each other on set is just shady as fuck.

The Fiends of SMT III: Part 1 - Horsemen of the Apocalypse

"Don’t you think dreams and the Internet are similar? They are both areas where the repressed conscious mind vents."