L'écume des jours

[heavenhillgirl]

Christiane F. - Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo (1981), dir. Uli Edel

[animalsnaps]

[ethereallyx]

[the-taintedtruth]

You realise how much you truly miss someone when something happens - good or bad - and the only person you want to tell is the one person who isn’t there.

(via dividedways)

[theparisreview]

“Sometimes you find that what is most personal is also what connects you most strongly with others.”

Grace Paley (via theparisreview)

[nihilistcoffee]

We know what we are, but we know not what we may be

Shakespeare (via racheltotherescue)

[mybluewindow]

[porn4ladies]

Henri Matisse - Florilège des amours de Ronsard Illustrations

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[ticket2175]

It’s so easy to laugh It’s so easy to hate It takes strength to be gentle and kind

I Know It’s Over - Morrissey (via ticket2175)

[wordsnquotes]

Maybe I’m not so good as I seem to you. I’ve a bad heart; I will have my own way.

Dostoyevsky, Fyodor. The Brothers Karamazov. (via wordsnquotes)

[yoiness]

Paris Opera Ballet Is Headed to New York By THE NEW YORK TIMES 2011. Giselle.

[candycolouredfrown-blog]

[wordsnquotes]

The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.

Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage  (via wordsnquotes)

[blackestdespondency]

“Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.”

Jean Paul Sartre (via blackestdespondency)

[decembrist]

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski (via le-petite-caroline)

[coral]

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.

Haruki Murakami (via feellng)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life.

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via whyallcaps)