2 hours ago

celiabasto:

100% ART

(via rougediablo)

3 hours ago 325 notes

brutalgeneration:

(by Valerie Manne)

(via rougediablo)

3 hours ago 677 notes

ponderation:

Summer Rain by Rune Askeland

(via rougediablo)

3 hours ago 96 notes

500pxpopularnude:

*** by Pavelvin , via http://ift.tt/1nuKbPE

(via clickbw)

3 hours ago 56 notes

sirloin:

"Nothing is so necessary for a man as the company of intelligent women."

-Leo Tolstoy

3 hours ago 413 notes

(via picknickbasket)

3 hours ago 45 notes

n-ephthys:

Original

(via picknickbasket)

3 hours ago 886 notes

vosegus:

sooo… are you ready for fine arts friday?

(via picknickbasket)

3 hours ago 157 notes

wowtastic-nature:

Fantasy by Elena Simona Craciun on 500px.com

(via rougediablo)

3 hours ago 455 notes

(via mephastopheles)

3 hours ago 1,469 notes

(via mephastopheles)

3 hours ago 1,120 notes
22nd
July
205 notes
Reblog
sirloin:

The Road Not Taken
By  Robert Frost 1874–1963 Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



photo courtesy of pagewoman:

Bass Rock Through Arch HDR by bktheman34 on Flickr

sirloin:

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

photo courtesy of pagewoman:

Bass Rock Through Arch HDR by bktheman34 on Flickr

3 hours ago 205 notes

art-is-art-is-art:

A Suffering Nude, Amedeo Modigliani

(via rougediablo)

3 hours ago 266 notes

bobbygio:

Simon Vouet - The entombment

(via madamescherzo)

4 hours ago 12 notes