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Holidays real soon. Yay!
Hello, summer.
More photos by Harold Feinstein here.
<3 Greta Gerwig is fucking adorable.
Weegee, 1955.
Ingredients to endure cold, dark autumn evenings: tea, books, and some cozy blanket.
Einar Turkowski German illustrator, winner of the Biennal of Illustration Bratislava (BIB) in 2007 for his book Es war finster und merkwurding still (It was Dark and Eerily Quiet).
"Beauty can pierce one like pain", Thomas Mann.
Davos in Sommer, by Ernst Kirchner.
Neil Young & Arcade Fire play "Helpless".
Anne Sexton (1928-1974).
I say Live, Live because of the sun,
the dream, the excitable gift.
Live, 1966.
I Wonder, by Sixto Rodríguez.
Sylvia Plath, sunbathing.
"Mar de Plata" ("Silver Sea"), by Maurizio Lanzillota.
Last days of summer...
Photo by María Ximena Venturini
Do you also believe that what gives our lives their meaning is the passion that suddenly invades us heart, soul, and body, and burns in us forever, no matter what else happens in our lives? And that if we have experienced this much, then perhaps we haven’t lived in vain? Is passion so deep and terrible and magnificent and inhuman? Is it indeed about desiring any one person, or is it about desiring desire itself? That is the question. Or perhaps, is it indeed about desiring a particular person, a single, mysterious other, once and for always, no matter whether that person is good or bad, and the intensity of our feelings bears no relation to that individual’s qualities or behavior?
Sándor Márai, Embers.