ineffable love

I title this ineffable love but I concede there are some attempts at utterance by various people along the way, none of which are my own. I personally have written an essay on love and was only able to put into words that which love is not. but whatever it is, this blog is dedicated to it because I'm a secret (or perhaps not so secret at all) romantic.

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Andrzej Wróblewski - Autoportret z żoną, maj 1954

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Nan Goldin

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Country Wedding by Yvette Troispoux, France 1934

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But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. All my life long.

Blue Is the Warmest Colour. Dir. Abdellatif Kechiche (via wordsnquotes)

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Ida Borg

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Seated Embrace, 2012 Martin Barker 

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In the winter of 2011, photographer and furniture designer Ana Kraš flew from her home in Belgrade, Serbia, to Los Angeles, where she’d been sent by a European magazine to photograph artist-musician Devendra Banhart. Within five minutes, he asked her to marry him. Despite her initial impulse to flee, she stayed—and the two have been together ever since. 

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Teenage fun, 1958

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THESE PHOTO SETS OFF OYSTER MAG MAKE MY HEART SO WARM 

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This though

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An American soldier kisses his girlfriend goodbye at Penn Station, New York, 1944.

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this is heartbreaking

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Photos like this make me wonder: Did he live? Did he ever return home? Did they ever get married, start a family? Or did he die, and she was left to go on without him? As tragic as it seems, that happened so many times during WWII, and looking at these two, it makes you wonder if they were they any different. I really hope so; I hope they got their happy ending. 

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you and I think alike, tumblr user crescendowls

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seeing this photo again and seeing where it was shot, I think now how many times I’ve walked where they kissed goodbye. How many times have I ran to catch a train, where people saw their husbands and wives for the last time.

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Paranoid - Photo

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