Lost in the echo

Melina, 18. Visual Arts student. Athens ☾

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André Kertész, Paris, July 1975

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Painting by me 

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Juliette Binoche in “Trois couleurs- Bleu” (Krzysztof Kieslowski, 1993)

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Dirk Alvermann

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22:20

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Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

Pablo Neruda (via cosmic-sonder)

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all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain.

Pablo Neruda, from “Too Many Names,” Windows That Open Inward: Images of Chile ( White Pine Press, 1998)

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η φάση είναι πιάνο και φωτοϊστορίες

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✖️

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