“I can’t watch the sea for a long time or what’s happening on land doesn’t interest me anymore.”
— Monica Vitti (via kateoplis)
Color Me Curious

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shark vs the universe

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todays bird

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taylor price
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The Stonewall Inn

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cherry valley forever
d e v o n
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

bliss lane
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sade Olutola
Game of Thrones Daily
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“I can’t watch the sea for a long time or what’s happening on land doesn’t interest me anymore.”
— Monica Vitti (via kateoplis)
Hasui Kawase (1883-1957)
The Onsen Range Seen from Amakusa 1922. Medium: woodblock
South Tyrolean Alps
Lukas Furlan
The perfect room.
Albert Moya
아가씨 (The Handmaiden), 2016, dir. Park Chan-wook
La reproduction interdite (Not to Be Reproduced), 1937, by René Magritte
La double vie de Véronique (1991) Krzysztof Kieslowski
ARTHUR RIMBAUD
Les illuminations. 1949
lithographs par F. Léger
Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument - Arizona (von panafoot)
I am full of hope, okay? There isn’t much hope in the world. But I love thinking that it’s full of people, filled with hope, who are hopeful. And that is really fucked because we could change things. A world full of hope with lots of people who don’t hope for anything anymore, that’s not much. You won’t go far that way. I did what I did… because, like this, there is hope. Mommy (2014)
Patti Smith, 1976
Teenage Wasteland: Portraits of Japanese Youth in Revolt, 1964
Confesarse
El sábado fui a misa después de mucho tiempo. Raro. Pensé que no iba a poder soportarlo, pero no fue tan así. Aburridas lecciones de historia bíblica, comentarios políticos insólitos y un sinfín de cánticos pegadizos. No me confesé y comulgué igual; no recordaba que “el cuerpo de Cristo” tuviera ese sabor. Me sorprendí —y asusté— al notar cómo frases enteras salían de mi boca sin pensarlo. Creí haber olvidado todo.
Hace un mes que te fuiste y no puedo sacarte de la cabeza. Me recordás a él. Lo veo en todas partes, déjà vu constantes.
Hace un mes que te fuiste, y todavía no logro superarte.