I’m half child half ancient.  —Bjork on her age  (via mercurieux)

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andreibel4ev:

… by rucko fotografie on Flickr.
ikimono-clips:

65 SGAE Palacio Longoria Grases Riera 19740. EXPLORE Marzo, 27. 2014 (by javier1949)

ikimono-clips:

65 SGAE Palacio Longoria Grases Riera 19740. EXPLORE Marzo, 27. 2014 (by javier1949)

(via sonimage1965)

For myself, I have no aim. I have no ambition. I will let myself be carried on by the general impulse. The surface of my mind slips along like a pale-grey stream reflecting what passes. I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me, here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends. The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features from faces. People might walk through me. And, what is this moment of time, this particular day in which I have found myself caught? The growl of traffic might be any uproar - forest trees or the roar of wild beasts. Time has whizzed back an inch or two on its reel; our short progress has been cancelled. I think also that our bodies are in truth naked. We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones, and silence.  —Virginia Woolf (via sullenmoons)

(via soaustere)

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.  —Franz Kafka, from a letter to Max Brod  (via kafkaesque-world)

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classicrocklives:


Jim Morrison, 1967

classicrocklives:

Jim Morrison, 1967

(via psychfloyd)

Memories, the bones of the soul.  —George R. R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via splitterherzen)

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To be so lost and not have the strength to regret it.  —Franz Kafka, from Diaries   (via gebeine)

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Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.  —Arthur Erickson (via acontentmentwithobscurity)

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inthedeviltown:

Michael R Gira

inthedeviltown:

Michael R Gira

(via metehne)

iamjapanese:

Celine Wu

Born in Hong Kong and moved to Japan at the age of four.

Currently lives and works in Tokyo Japan.

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Every memory is moaning softly inside me. Don’t leave me, begs the past. Don’t abandon us, weep the images. Time itself is talking to me, admonishing me. I draw up my legacy against its inexorable tide.  —Agnès Desarthe, from Chez Moi (Penguin Books, 2008)

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speakingparts:

slow.

Kárhozat, 1987
Béla Tarr

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romandesotomayor:

Jeremy Lipking

romandesotomayor:

Jeremy Lipking

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chagalov:

Hands of Jesús-Rafael Soto at work, Paris 1960s -by Denise Colomb
via rmn

chagalov:

Hands of Jesús-Rafael Soto at work, Paris 1960s -by Denise Colomb

via rmn

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