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I write because nobody listens.~ #Judi
I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in … but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.
Jean-Paul Sartre (via miilw)
Salvador Dalí e Coco Chanel (1938).
Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama
Paroles de 'Infirmière' par Fauve. Images utilisées : http://img15.hostingpics.net/pics/439962Fauve.jpg http://img15.hostingpics.net/pics/413290fauve.jpg
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Luis Ricardo FALERO - Belle Orientale - 1877
Le soir sur les terrasses du Maroc (1879)
In the evening on the terraces of Morocco (1879)
L’Orientale. Oil on Canvas. 55.5 x 38.5 cm. (22 x 15 in.)
Art by Charles Landelle.(1821-1908).
V is my sprit animal.
Tunisian Jewish woman in wedding dress.
Jewish girl reciting a lesson in the Jewish community school classroom in Fez (Fes), Morocco. The girl stands at front of classroom in front of a blackboard with Hebrew alphabet. The education is multilingual, including French, Arabic, and Hebrew studies, reflecting some of the cultures of the Jewish diaspora. Photograph by Nathan Benn taken February 15, 1980.
Sadko in the underwater kingdom, Ilya Repin
by Don McCullin
Palestinian mother and children fleeing Christian gunmen. Karantina, Beirut, Lebanon. Jan. 18, 1976.
psychologist patient in fiction: (somberly lying down on a sofa, hands together fingers intertwined, looking blankly at the ceiling) …it all started on my 2nd birthday. I remember that day very clearly. I, even back then, could detect the delicate tension between my parents, as one avoided answering the others question…
psychologist patient in reality: (Does spread eagle on wooden chair) i dont know shit Just unfuck me
Brigitte Bardot in 1959.