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Some stunning classical pieces that highlight the violin:

Camille Saint-Saëns, Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso, Op. 28

Dmitri Shostakovich, Violin Concerto No. 1 in A minor, Op. 77

Tomaso Antonio Vitali, Chaconne in G minor

Maurice Ravel, Tzigane

Giuseppe Tartini, Violin Sonata in G minor (Devil’s Trill Sonata)

Jean Sibelius, Violin Concerto in D minor, Op. 47

William Walton, Violin Concerto

Pablo de Sarasate, Zigeunerweisen, Op. 20

Johannes Brahms, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 77

Felix Mendelssohn, Violin Concerto in E minor, Op. 64

Max Bruch, Violin Concerto No. 1 in G minor, Op. 26

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 35

Johann Sebastian Bach, Partita No. 2

Clara Schumann, Three Romances for Violin and Piano, Op. 22

Ludwig van Beethoven, Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61

Aram Khachaturian, Violin Concerto in D minor

Fritz Kreisler, Praeludium and Allegro in the style of Pugnani

Jules Massenet, Méditation

Sergei Prokofiev, Violin Concerto No. 1 in D major, Op. 19

Ralph Vaughan Williams, The Lark Ascending

i think yall are just pretending to have an excess of black bile so the doctors will give you more leeches

Filipino artist, Gregory Halili, carves intricate skulls into mother of pearl shells.

“The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.”    ―Brenna Yovanoff.

Two fair men lie in water warm and slow,

As brothers are they joinēd heart to heart;

But Cupid hath not struck them with his bow;

Lest that be thought, they sit five feet apart.

escapes for when you feel anxious

exploring a flowery town with cute villagers

drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am

real life that feels dreamlike

cute sunflower field dates

in love with the universe

softest love songs

living inside an 80s tv show

drinking tea on a cozy raining morning

you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film

summer road trip in the west coast

vacation in san francisco

living in an old French film

stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life

late night drives in a 90’s movie

watching a beautiful sunset over the beach with someone you love

feeling dazed and drifting off under dreamlike sunlight

going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california

collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris

falling asleep on the moon

city lights at midnight

half dreaming,half awake in faded 60s sunlight

remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own

being the guardian of a snowy forest who befriends wolves and takes care of baby fawns

being in a vintage fairytale

wandering the avenues of vintage New York City

living in a cinematic landscape and watching over a magnificent scenery

exploring an art museum

eating fruit in a small italian seaside town

go to florence. look in the eyes of michelangelo’s david, chiseled in stone but softer than rosemary. they say he wore a crown of gold once before it was taken from his head. he is planted in stone but his eyes are too human for your liking; they beg you, put it back.

the antinous mondragone, the marble smooth and cold like winter ink. you remember it was unpacked with lipstick marks on its cheek; someone at the louvre with lips smeared cherry red had made herself hadrian and kissed it. you remember thinking, who could blame her?

sappho and erinna in the garden at mytilene, captured by simeon solomon. it’s been a while since you’ve cried at a painting. you’ve gone to museums armed with ways to analyze what you’re seeing; you know what clouds are saying, you know the language of flowers. but you looked at the painting of those two women clouded in their embrace and didn’t even realize you were crying until you looked at your notes in your lap and the pen was smudged with tears.

the universality of love. it hasn’t changed: two boys swathed in light, two girls in a garden teeming with flowers, a gaze from across a room. in the statues and paintings we are captured in our gentle, tender humanity, in the places where we think no one is looking, where we are allowed to feel vulnerable. where we are finally able to say, look, this is me, this is you, this is everything that love should be. i want to make you feel it.

Source.

Dmitri Shostakovich recording his Piano Concerto No. 2 with the Orchestre National, conducted by André Cluytens in Paris, 1958.