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Agnès Varda & Nini photographed by Roberto Frankenberg, 2014
“This is all you need in life: a computer, a camera, and a cat.” — Agnès Varda
Odylyne The Ceremony
To look like a cake... yet be full of poison.
Stay Positive by Steven Rhodes
“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”
L.M. Montgomery
Wendy and Lucy (2008) dir. Kelly Reichardt
the saddest scene ever.
♫I'll find a place somewhere in the corner I'm gonna waste the rest of my days Just watching patiently from the window Just waiting, seasons change, some day, oh oh My dreams will pull you through that garden gate I want to be the wandering sailor We're silhouettes by the light of the moon I sit playing solitaire by the window Just waiting, seasons change, ah hah You'll see one day these dreams will pull you through my door And I'll come running to tie your shoe I'll come running to tie your shoe I'll come running to tie your shoe♫
I don’t belong in the world.
Carnival of Souls (1962) dir. Herk Harvey
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Jeanne Moreau photographed by Douglas Kirkland, 1965
‘ID: excerpt from ‘Mayakovsky” a poem by Frank O’Hara
“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again,”]
What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.
Sylvia Plath