Spotted while house-hunting, unfortunately it wasn’t for sale.

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if i look back, i am lost
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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The Stonewall Inn
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Spotted while house-hunting, unfortunately it wasn’t for sale.
Ava Gardner, The Angel Wore Red, 1960
Jean <3
amore e psiche, louvre
paris, spring 2013
Mad people, people who stand alone and burn. I’m attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.
Susan Sontag, from a diary entry (via theassemblagepoint)
Your silence has been with me and I have let it have its say. I feel, as always, the same closeness to you which your silence makes into a kind of speech of its own.
Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait in Letters (via watchoutforintellect)
do you ever listen to a song and feel the urge to make a short film just to use it as a soundtrack
Memories of Olive - Alberto Vargas
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Andre De Dienes 1945
Sunset Clouds by Frederic Edwin Church
At present this horror of life is already less pronounced, and the melancholy less acute. But I still have no will, and hardly any desires, or none at all that are to do with ordinary life, for example, almost no wish to see friends, although I do think of them. That is why I am still not ready to leave here now or in the near future. I should feel depressed about everything again. And anyway, it is only recently that my loathing of life has been drastically changed. There is still a long way to go from that to willing and doing.
Vincent Van Gogh, from a letter (via violentwavesofemotion)
So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he’d been invited, but at an address he couldn’t actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn’t him.
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake (via exoticwild)
Two Fairies Embracing in a Landscape with a Swan - Hans Zatzka
1900