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Why must one always talk? Often, one shouldn’t talk, but live in silence. The more own talks, the less the words mean. Anna Karina as Nana Kleinfrankenheim in Vivre sa vie (My Life to Live, 1962) dir. Jean-Luc Godard
Vampyr, 1932. dir Carl Theodor Dreyer
Angela Davis, The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975, (2011)
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Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.
Unknown (via quotemadness)
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
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The “Hasanlu Lovers”, a pair of entwined skeletons who died together in about 8oo B.C. found at the ancient archaeological Hasanlu site in West Azarbaijan, c.1976.
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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
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Republican Spaniards defend Karl Marx street from the fascists, 1936.
Still torn, pulled, tormented, shattered.
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L'amour existe (Maurice Pialat, 1960)