The End of the F***ing World

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The End of the F***ing World
(by kara-chiri)
Oh Christ, I just wanted you to fuck me and then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me (2009) by Tracey Emin
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
Robert Louis Stevenson (via aelsia)
Design is creativity with strategy.
Rob Curedale (via designed-for-life)
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
The Lover, Daphne du Maurier (via coffeepains)
When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.
Clifton Fadiman (via travel-quotes)
Uwe Kowski
You don’t have to have it all figured out to move forward.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Yelena Bryksenkova
There are two types of summer; white and dark.
White summers are those full of lawn and linen, the sea and soft sunshine, cherries and children’s smiles, in which you feel disconnected and light, almost floating, dreamy and distant in a haze of white dandelion fluff. You don’t ever want to land.
Dark summers are honeyed and sulky, full of pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias and un-kept promises. Cinematic and shadowy, you exist in a trance of melancholy, and feel passionately, though feign detachment. Pandora opens the box, and lightening fills the sky.
À bout de souffle (Breathless), 1960
Song to Song (2017) dir. Terrence Malick