speakingparts:

NostalghiaAndrej Tarkovskij 1983

speakingparts:

Nostalghia
Andrej Tarkovskij 1983

(Source: livaniana)

crashinglybeautiful:

Harry Wilson Watrous (1857-1940), Twilight, oil on panel. With gratitude to arsvitaest.

crashinglybeautiful:

Harry Wilson Watrous (1857-1940), Twilight, oil on panel. With gratitude to arsvitaest.

I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.  —Jean Cocteau, Le Testament d’Orphée (1960)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via erin-madeline)

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sad-plath:

(by [ JEFF LIU ])
ragadosraios:

Ipanema 1950

ragadosraios:

Ipanema 1950

(via sonicfloyd)

firmamente:

2. The world between us is empty (plundered, I feel like I´m holding her head together) by Coyhand
Don’t think, when you melt in sorrow
like candle tears, of who will see you
or follow your intuition’s light.
Think of yourself: is this all of myself?
 —Mahmoud Darwish, “To a Young Poet” (via tarkovskologist)
aseaofquotes:

Truman Capote, The Grass Harp

aseaofquotes:

Truman Capote, The Grass Harp

(Source: eugenehl, via kawase)

untrustyou:

Russian beachgoers get caught in a rare summer hailstorm. Novosibirsk, Russia 14th July 2014 (via)

untrustyou:

Russian beachgoers get caught in a rare summer hailstorm. Novosibirsk, Russia 14th July 2014 (via)

(via ubi-nunc)

I’m going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.  —Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit (via acontentmentwithobscurity)
To every man his little cross . (He sighs.) Till he dies. (Afterthought.) And is forgotten.  —Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot (via stxxz)

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