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 n’est pas légèrement difforme a l’air insensible ; - d’où il suit que l’irrégularité, c’est à dire l’inattendu, la surprise, l’étonnement sont une partie essentielle et la caractéristique de la beauté.
Charles Baudelaire - Fusées (via brocooli)
Tiens, c’est mignon, à la virgule près ce que j’ai publié 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
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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 Anaïs Nin (via child–of–misfortune)
The world needs fantasy, not reality. We have enough reality today.
Alexander McQueen (via thecynical-idealist)
Louise Brooks exercising in 1929’s Diary of a Lost Girl.