Alain Delon and Romy Schneider kissing in their dressing room, 1961. at the Théâtre de Paris. They were performing the play Tis Pity She's a Whore dir. by Luchino Visconti
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Alain Delon and Romy Schneider kissing in their dressing room, 1961. at the Théâtre de Paris. They were performing the play Tis Pity She's a Whore dir. by Luchino Visconti
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
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Audrey Hepburn photographed by Philippe Halsman at La Vigna, Italy (1954)
“Malá morská víla” (1976) - Karel Kachyna
Maria Callas at alla Scala after a performance of Verdi’s “La Traviata”, 1955
...I love you with all the moods and tenses of the verb...
Bram Stoker, from ‘Dracula’
Yang Fudong 杨福东, New Woman (cropped), 2013
““So, maybe nobody loves me. Maybe nobody will ever love me. But maybe it’s not about being loved by someone else.””
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@augustnoire
artist. || joelle somero
Call Me by Your Name (2017)
there's only a set number of sunsets that you will experience in your life, a set number of kisses to give, kisses to receive, truths shared and bird songs listened to. wrap them all in your arms and hold them safely and fondly in your chest as often as you can remember to. there's no point in not speaking from the heart, no point in not leaning into love and life with all that you are. there's only a certain amount of starry skies you can be truthful beneath, why not all of them and why not in every way?
Love in the Afternoon (1957) dir. Billy Wilder
Charlotte Brontë — Jane Eyre