nikkothenerd:

Monet painting in his Garden in Argenteuil by Pierre-Auguste Renoir 


fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, late romantic Spanish poet and writer. His work approached the traditional poetry and themes in a modern way, and is considered the founder of modern Spanish lyricism.
I’m not much of a poetry fan, but his work is simply beautiful and really impressive. In his life  Bécquer suffered from quite some heartbreaks and died really young. I’ve had a crush with him since I first saw his painting, and that feeling only grew when I read his work.
I took the liberty of translating one of his Rhymes, for your pleasure:
Rhyme XI
I am afire, I am brunetteI am of passion a signOf craving of pleasure my soul is filledare you searching for me?-It isn’t you, no.My forehead is pale, my braid is goldAnd I can bring you endless joyOf tenderness I keep a treasureAre you calling for me?-No, it isn’t you.I am a dream, I am impossibleVain ghost of fog and lightI’m incorporeal, I’m intangibleI can’t love you-Oh come, come you!

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:


John Inman (no, not Mr. Humphries from the British sitcom Are You Being Served?)
look at those sexy spectacles.