By Audrey Benjaminsen

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Kiana Khansmith
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

Love Begins

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Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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Mike Driver
KIROKAZE

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Not today Justin
One Nice Bug Per Day

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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By Audrey Benjaminsen
Il était trop fatigué, trop abattu, et en manque cruel de réconfort.
Isabelle Adjani on the set of 'Camille Claudel' (1987), by Marianne Rosenstiehl
Jane Birkin
Girl has to send out her master's thesis proposal in two days and she goes 'I should put on a Godard film. Or read some David Foster Wallace. You know, to prime my brain.' While she hasn't even complied her bloody bibliography, much less added the commentary.
Girl eschewed Godard and Wallace in favour of reading a tiny bit of French (on the long, perilous road to read all of the Vampire Diaries books in French translation in a last-ditch attempt towards language acquisition) and is now speed running cross-referencing while chanting a silent prayer that it doesn't become immediately obvious that she hadn't read a single of her most essential sources in its entirety (I mean, is anyone reading all of Écrits anyways (coping)).
Girl has to send out her master's thesis proposal in two days and she goes 'I should put on a Godard film. Or read some David Foster Wallace. You know, to prime my brain.' While she hasn't even complied her bloody bibliography, much less added the commentary.
youthful decadence by casey childs, 2012, oil on linen
commuting
Reset NYC
"when I dream, I really do, that there’s no quiet place here on earth for our love, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us again"
Franz Kafka, The Castle
Christian Lacroix Haute Couture Spr/Sum 1996
Always before it had been vigour and resolution that made her insignificant body beautiful, now that beauty was gone. A few days of living with K. had sufficed to achieve that.
Franz Kafka, The Castle (photo edited from prada aw1998 campaign)
Videodrome (1983) dir. David Cronenberg // Jesus Christ Supported by Two Angels by Giovanni Santi // Prayer Book of Bonne of Luxembourg by Jean and Bourgot le Noir
I love Videodrome.
Edwige Fenech's lethal face card in Tutti i colori del buio (1972)