25/100 photos from my favorite films
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Mike Driver

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Peter Solarz
Stranger Things
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shark vs the universe
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Not today Justin
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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25/100 photos from my favorite films
You blossom under kindness, don’t you? Like a rose.
Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno (via yesdarlingido)
Sappho
“The Bridal Train” (1933) (details) by Frank Owen Salisbury (1874-1962).
The Only One
my aesthetic is: red roses , red hearts and, red nails
Miss Mathilde Townsend, 1907 (detail) by John Singer Sargent (American, 1856-1925)
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Westerners are fond of the saying ‘Life isn’t fair.’ Then, they end in snide triumphant: ‘So get used to it!’ What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a child’s budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, ‘Life isn’t fair,’ and her response will be: ‘Then make it fair!’ This is the matriarchal approach to learning.
Barbara Alice Mann | Iroquois Woman
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Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
Audrey Hepburn as ‘Sabrina’ (1954)
Audrey Hepburn in Paris, 1955
a concept:
sometime in the future, im woken up by soft morning light drifting through my bedroom window, with my head buried in the crook of my significant other’s neck, legs intertwined, bundled up with wool blankets and everythings okay.