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memoryslandscape: “The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” — Mikko Harvey, from “For M,”
1892:The Life of Towns, Introduction - Plainwater by Anne Carson
vampire-canneberge: ph. Spyros Droussiotis
aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman: Poem# 85 by Catullus (c. 84 BC - c. 54 BC)
spectral-insomnia: Maxim Vorobiev - Oak Fractured by Lightning (An allegory on artist’s wife death)
sendommager: Vogue US December 1995Shalom Harlow in Christian Lacroix photographed by Irving Penn
tenebrum: Paul Grabwinkler (1880-1946), Gefangene Bestien (Imprisoned Beasts), 1930
petitgrimoire: Seeing through your mindwith Sumyko
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communicants:Un homme qui dort (Bernard Queysanne, 1974)
sessileblossom:Al Columbia
away-from-all-suns:
COULEURS
yama-bato: blood-frankvic:vanitas once again…
haus-of-sleep:
thetruthisasnare: “A comprehended god is no god.” — St. John Chrysostom (via themotherofrevelation)
1109-83: Bruce Naumann, Please/Pay/Attention/Please, 1973
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egonkey: Castellucci’s Moses und Aron
crumbargento: Cтачка - Serguei Eisenstein - Soviet Union - 1925
inthedarktrees:Isabella Rossellini | Blue Velvet Revisited
men-wearing-masks:
finita–la–commedia: “My hands are cold, my feet cold, – but the alphabets are burning, burning.” — Octavio Paz (1914 - 1998), from “San Ildefonso nocturne”in: “Octavio Paz. Selected Poems”. Edited by Eliot Weinberger
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ortut: Yohji Yamamoto Menswear S/S 2020
To what force should we devote our prayers
andantegrazioso:Winter morning | sd@blog of all
gatakka:Kansuke Yamamoto - “Work”, 1956.
gatakka:Max Ernst - From the collage-novel “Une Semaine de Bonté”, 1933.
stormynightsreawake: I think I shouldn’t stay in these woods too long…
vicioussuggestion: im alive out of spite
dukngal: Rimantas Dichavičius, From the series “Blossoms Among Blossoms" (1965-1989)
joeinct: Photo by Frank Horvat
italiawastelan-d: Chris Marker, Alain Resnais, Les Statues meurent aussi, 1953
finita–la–commedia: – Emil Cioran (1911-1985), from “Tears and Saints” (1937), translated from the Romanian by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston
wenzhelini: Pandaijing in YANG LI fetish gown By Sarah Piantadosi
onlyoldphotography: William Klein : Street Theatre in Tokyo, 1961.
medusagirlfriend:J.D. McClatchy, “THE DIALOGUE OF DESIRE AND GUILT”
nobrashfestivity: Mitsutoshi Hanaga, Unknown Woman, from his thousands of photographs of the Japanese underground art scene, 1960′s
yakubgodgave: Isabelle Adjani in “The Tenant” (1976), directed by Roman Polanski
22ackermann:D.V.N. Printemps-Été Circa 1998………..No.10
bandtshirt: georgina stoned at tara’s, corinne day, 1995
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violentwavesofemotion: “The moon was shining. I thought, “I’ve finally come to the very depths of this miserable world!”” — Takuboku Ishikawa, from “Romaji Diary & Sad Toys,” published c. 1985
aaronmcknightstudio: Simone Weil
aaronmcknightstudio: Mary Oliver, Upstream
windflowerfairy: by Emily Dickinson
beingsinthedream: fiftydaysatiliam: “I make the tremendous effort to rise again, not to wallow anymore, not to go on just suffering or burning.” — An excerpt from ‘Henry and June,’ by Anaïs Nin (via salemwitchtrials)
facepalminmovies:Vargtimmen (Ingmar Bergman, 1968)
nigra-lux: ABBEY, Edwin Austin (1852-1911) The Penance of Eleanor1900Oil on canvas, 124.46 x 215.9 cm Ed. Orig. (Ed. Lic.: CC0 1.0)
petrpetrpetr: Christopher Smith: Self-Portrait
gamtozu: “An abyss yawns open in my soul (…)” — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
shihlun: Jean-Luc Godard / Groupe Dziga Vertov - A Film Like Any Other / Un film comme les autres 1968.
crimsonkismet: Anne Yvonne Gilbert
dustulator:Margiela SS 1989 runway presentation
persimmon444: Also in my Soviet history class we’re reading the diaries of this teenage girl growing up in the 1930s during the height of Stalinist terror and it just strikes me how like…all teenage girls are exactly the same. No matter what time
