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What do I think of you — what do you think of me? Who are you? Who am I? — that quivers again its uneasy air over us, and the pulse quickens and the eye brightens and all the insanity of personal existence without which life would fall flat and die, begins again.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via fleurstains)
Pretzel Cinnamon Rolls
André Kertész, Self-portrait with chat noir, Paris, 1925-1935.
Current reading — Louise Bourgeois by Ulf Küster + it’s nice to have my Polaroid back (at Market Lane Coffee - QV Market)
I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.
Simone de Beauvoir, Tête-à-Tête (via larmoyante)
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via girlmoss)
My Little Paris (by Carrie WishWishWish)
Twiggy, 1966
pumpkin chocolate chip by the little red house on Flickr.
nyc by lokicha on Flickr.
Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.
Sigmund Freud (via une-femme-en-noir)
Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
Her (2013)
Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via filthiestlaugh)