Searching For Noone But Myself

My personal art/photography blog: http://samanthapott.tumblr.com/

This blog is a collection of images, words, music and anything else that interests me, inspires me or just makes me smile. I love a lot of different things so there's a bit of a mix on here, but I try and keep it predominantly art based.
(In contrast to my other blog, NONE of these images are my own, unless otherwise stated.)

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Ary Scheffer x Nan Goldin

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"A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke."
Vincent van Gogh  (via loveage-moondream)

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"
You weren’t the first page of
My book, But since coming
Into it, I’d be damned if you
Weren’t on every page, In
Every sentence, Until the very
Last word.
"
Gabriel Kawczynski  (via loveage-moondream)

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"I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain."
Jonathan Carroll (via quotethat)

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"Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says
To the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the
Whole
Sky."
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"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.” In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."
Caitlin Moran (via katelouisepowell)

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