Escapism

Recent few from last weekend

lyghtmylife: “ ZANDOMENEGHI, Federico Italian painter (b. 1841, Venezia, d. 1917, Paris) In Bed 1878 Oil on canvas, 61 x 74 cm Galleria dell’Arte Moderna, Palazzo Pitti, Florence ”

lyghtmylife:

ZANDOMENEGHI, Federico

Italian painter (b. 1841, Venezia, d. 1917, Paris)

In Bed

1878
Oil on canvas, 61 x 74 cm
Galleria dell’Arte Moderna, Palazzo Pitti, Florence

(via things-thatbite)

rubyredwisp:

The wolf was looking at her. Its jaws were red and wet and its eyes glowed golden in the dark room. It was Bran’s wolf, she realized. Of course it was. “Thank you,” Catelyn whispered, her voice faint and tiny. She lifted her hand, trembling. The wolf padded closer, sniffed at her fingers, then licked at the blood with a wet rough tongue. When it had cleaned all the blood off her hand, it turned silently and jumped up on Bran’s bed and lay down beside him.

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I love eating pop tarts and watching Chef’s Table or Anthony Bourdain

Lump in my throat

I can’t wait to not know you anymore.
I can’t wait to go one fucking day without seeing you.
I can’t wait to not be in the same town as you.

It’s not jealousy or the anger of rejection it’s my actual dislike for you. I genuinely don’t like you. I don’t like working with you. I don’t like thinking about our nights together. I don’t like hearing your name in conversations with our friends. I don’t care to know what you’re doing through social media. If you disappeared tomorrow I wouldn’t ask where you went. It’s not jealousy or rejection, it is actual disgust I feel for you. Pure unadulterated disgust.