Penélope Cruz - Jamón, Jamón (1992)
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Penélope Cruz - Jamón, Jamón (1992)
And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
Edgar Allan Poe (via larmoyante)
necklace halston, vogue us march 1970
she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty
 Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via sad-plath)
Ce qui nâest pas lĂ©gĂšrement difforme a lâair insensible ; - dâoĂč il suit que lâirrĂ©gularitĂ©, câest Ă dire lâinattendu, la surprise, lâĂ©tonnement sont une partie essentielle et la caractĂ©ristique de la beautĂ©.
Charles Baudelaire - Fusées (via brocooli)
Tiens, câest mignon, Ă la virgule prĂšs ce que jâai publiĂ© hier soir sans mention du reblog !
(via cinqminutesdepause)
mood
Uma Thurman photographed by Steve Eichner at the wrap party for Search and Destroy at Z Bar, New York, 1994.
Dehors, il y a du soleil. Et je m'habille de cendres
Alejandra Pizarnik (via soul-and-blues)
Cecily Brown
Black Painting
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Sans solitude, sans épreuve du temps, sans passion du silence, sans excitation et rétention de tout le corps, sans titubation dans la peur, sans errance dans quelque chose d'ombreux et d'invisible, sans mémoire de l'animalité, sans mélancolie, sans esseulement dans la mélancolie, il n'y a pas de joie.
Pascal Quignard, Les Ombres errantes (via laceremoniedesadieux)
She is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot (via mademoiselle-lolita)
I am sad, wretchedly, abominably miserable.
Henry Miller, from a letter to AnaĂŻs Nin (via childâofâmisfortune)
The world needs fantasy, not reality. We have enough reality today.
Alexander McQueen (via thecynical-idealist)
Louise Brooks exercising in 1929âs Diary of a Lost Girl.