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misty beach by Sergio Cabezas
“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.” ― Beryl Markham, West with the Night
Pentax Calendar 1976 by Helmut Newton
An Indian Hindu woman offers prayers to the setting sun by the Arabian Sea in Mumbai.
So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?
Hunter S. Thompson (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
One of the first photographs of the moon, taken in 1857 by John Dillwyn Llewelyn and his daughter Thereza. Llewelyn was an entrepreneur and one of the founders of the Royal Photographic Society.
The tension between the “real” and the “surreal,” the fable. An almost physical tension—physical in me, I mean. Hence my not-thereness today, my penchant for staring at the river, walking along with my gaze fixed to the sidewalk, only peripherally aware of what surrounds me.
Joyce Carol Oates, from a journal entry (via violentwavesofemotion)
Masculin, féminin: 15 faits précis (dir. by Jean-Luc Godard, 1966)
Three young women eat spaghetti on inflatable mattresses at Lake of Capri, 1939 (AP Photo / Hamilton Wright)
Love love love
I keep waiting for you to come back, for you to walk right through that door and into my arms. There’s a part of me that wishes that one day you will, that we’d be able to start over, to fall in love all over again. It’s a pipe dream, a fantasy. I know you won’t be coming back. You faded so fast from everything I knew. My darling, I still look for you everywhere and I always will.
an echo of a ghost | letters of a lost love.//t.c (via badasssupertash)
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Kate Moss by Mario Testino for Vogue UK, August 2010
“Arose” Maddy Young, 2015 A5 Risograph print, available here