dearest creature,

(XXII, Paris)

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[wkwz]

The Worst Person in the World (2021) dir. Joachim Trier

[hindouse]

Letter from Virginia to Vita on March 20, 1928

[lauramcphee]

Collo di donna, 1950 (Federico Vender)

[nemfrog]

“Beams thrown from the Heligoland Lighthouse.” Lightships and lighthouses. 1913.

Internet Archive

[thesmithsandmorrisseyjust]

[last-picture-show]

Marc Riboud, Young Girl in a Train, Japan, 1958

[universitybookstore]

7/

After much weeping, in secret

and in front of you, after having staged

many acts of desperation, you made

the final decision to surrender

and never to be seen again. I am done.

I have acted like a madman. I will not let the water run

from the source of my evil and my good:

these pacts between men are not for you or perhaps

you’re too skilled in the art of breaking them,

guided by a Genie that gives you certainty

by which you are transfigured.  You

know the right button to push.

When I speak you tell me “no”

and I tremble with disgust and fury

at the thought of our unforgettable happy hours.

                                                          – Pier Paolo Pasoni, written to his lover and star, Ninetto Davoli,  Rome, January 13, 1972.

[sirgawin]

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates melancholy from happiness.

Orlando (1992) dir. Sally Potter

[utaupe]

ewa witkowska by juergen teller for vogue uk, november 1997

[jolieslettres]

Tout est affaire de décor, Changer de lit, changer de corps, À quoi bon puisque c'est encore moi même qui me trahis

louis aragon (via jolieslettres)

[thinkingimages]

Cléo de Mérode (1875-1966)

[boicult]

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Kate Bush | Cloudbusting

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Laure Albin Guillot :: Mains et Piano | Hands and piano, ca. 1935. | src Artcurial

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[roseannabeth]

“there you sit with the bombs falling around you. What can one say— except that I love you and I’ve got to live through this strange quiet evening thinking of you sitting there alone. Dearest— let me have a line… You have given me such happiness…”

Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West, 1940

[the-night-picture-collector]

Herbert List, Ashtray, London, 1956