The Girl with a Lobster

Bad puns, deep thoughts, late nights.

francavillarts:

MICHONNEArt by Francesco Francavilla
I’ve been listening to the Walking Dead soundtrack yesterday and realized I haven’t ever drawn anything about that series, so I decided to go with one of my favorite characters from it :)
Cheers,FF

francavillarts:

MICHONNE
Art by Francesco Francavilla

I’ve been listening to the Walking Dead soundtrack yesterday and realized I haven’t ever drawn anything about that series, so I decided to go with one of my favorite characters from it :)

Cheers,
FF

“You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.”

–  F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via wordsnquotes)

metaphorformetaphor:

Photo: Notre Musique (2004) directed by Jean-Luc Godard (Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish is interviewed by Israeli journalist Judith Lerner)
Mahmoud Darwish (13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008)

metaphorformetaphor:

Photo: Notre Musique (2004) directed by Jean-Luc Godard (Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish is interviewed by Israeli journalist Judith Lerner)

Mahmoud Darwish (13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008)

“Sometimes it seems that all our words, even those for love,
are written in another language. And yet they still arrive,
distant, full of their own silences which may be what
allows us to invent another story, what saves us. What is
the word for the kind of love the woman shows now?
A word that contains the whole story the way her lamp
contains her room,”

Richard Jackson, from “The Whole Story,” Resonance: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)

“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.”

– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via wordsnquotes)