No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
— Simon Schama’s Power of Art: Bernini
"don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me. only I know who I am. I live inside myself and it is a rotting cage."
my new favourite post.
|—||Tyler The Creator, tweeting about Coachella (via alexusl0l)|
what if god was one of us just a stranger on a bus
|—||Tariq Ramadan (via analyticalmuslim)|