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[fotojournalismus]

Leningrad [St. Petersburg], 1966-67. 

Photos by Vsevolod Tarasevich

[koreanmodel]

Lee Choong Ho shot by Lindsay Gary Ryklief

[xshayarsha]

1. “To begin, begin.” 2. “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” 3. “Come forth into the light of things […]”

[- William Wordsworth actually giving good writing advice.]

[i-was-born-backwards-deactivate]

Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you.

Ghost in the Shell, Masamune Shirow (via i-was-born-backwards)

[r2--d2]

Untitled by (夏先生)

[liryae-blog]

There is literally nothing in nature that blooms all year long, so do not expect yourself to do so.

[melisica]

(by czechoslovakia)

[photographyofdavidhanjani]

Paranoid Psychopaths. Photo By David Hanjani

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window. It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul.

Charles Baudelaire, “Anywhere Out Of The World” (via stoicremains)

[wordsnquotes]

Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go to some place where you don’t know a soul? Sometimes I feel like doing that. I really really want to do it sometimes.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via wordsnquotes)

Been feeling this way since high school

(via ooseuum)

[shindama]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

‘Sorry’ isn’t nearly enough. I’m broken. I’m in little bits. Would you mind doing something about putting me together again?

Dorothy Parker, from Complete Stories (via violentwavesofemotion)

[melisica]

(by 徐麦克)

[fleurishes]

I am only in this skin for so long and you should see what I’ve done to it already. I make myself fat, thin, fat again; my wrists the only true pretty thing on me. Brenna told me something the other day, something that resonated but I can’t write it here, I can’t make myself sound out the words; only that she’s got part of it right. As for the other half: you don’t know the good, gentle things we exchange in the dark. But everything has a pulse to it, everything bruises, even the softest moments. Is this intense enough? Someone teach me. I’ll pay. I like the subway at night, like crawling down deep into the belly of the city and ride her hard, like emerging from her womb smelling like oil, metal, darkness. A boy stopped me on the street once, asked whose skin tone he matched better: Mariah or Jennifer’s? He wanted to wear makeup and didn’t know his foundation shade, let me hold his face in my hands so I could see his undertones under the light, his clouded blue heartbeat fast in his throat. He squeezed my wrist hard when he said goodbye, thank you. I think about that a lot. If you tell me to look at the moon, I’ll look at you instead.

Kristina Haynes, “I Hope You Get What You Deserve” (via fleurishes)

[deerpao]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Well, now that extravagant myth no longer existed, the ugly thing was the true one, and she was alone. It was impossible, with dignity, to be anything but alone.

Tennessee Williams, from The Roman Spring Of Mrs. Stone (via violentwavesofemotion)

[moribund-cunt]

I think I’ve seen the most strong women in that side of the world. In Iran, in Egypt, in Lebanon, in countries that people – women – are so oppressed and under so much pressure. Even in Iran, some regions, like Kurdistan, that even men are putting more pressure on women there. Women are just like machines. Like, they are so strong and free. And I think it’s a very contradictory story that I was feeling freer as a woman in Iran than outside because I think […] it’s like you’re free in a big prison, but sometimes I feel like on the other side of the world we are just in prison in a free world. […] Theatre, art, is not something intellectual, it’s more essential, it’s about living, it’s the fire that is burning in the heart of people, which no one can ever take that from them. And I’m very proud that under all these dictatorships that we’ve had since 700 years ago in Iran it’s like an Olympic fire that generations after generations just try to keep it alive to be able to pass it to next generations, and all the forces are trying to turn it off, turn this fire off, but this fire is so deep and strong, and of course women are a very big part of it because […] women […] are taking all this pressure and they’re becoming butterflies. They’re taking all these horrible, negative things and making them into beautiful gardens.

Golshifteh Farahani (via moribund-cunt)