I would have followed him to hell if he had asked me, and maybe I did.
Michael Collins [1996] (via a-thousand-words)

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I would have followed him to hell if he had asked me, and maybe I did.
Michael Collins [1996] (via a-thousand-words)
I am always ready to leave.
War - Patrick William Adam
1915
John Collier - Cassandra [detail]
before in the old days when people had secrets they didn't want to share,they'd climb a mountain and find a tree..crave a hole in the tree and whisper the secret into the tree and cover the hole with mud ..that way, no one would ever discover the secret
Massacre of the Innocents (1824), Léon Cogniet
We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?
Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann (via 13neighbors)
Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul.
(via thoughtsaboutperfection)
Daisuke Yokota - Back Yard, 2011
Fallen Angels (dir. Wong Kar-wai, 1995)
Nicolas de Largillière, Portrait of a Woman (Detail), 1696
You ask me what it is that I want of you. I cannot tell you that, but I can tell you that what I want of myself is to love you , to love you a thousand times more, even, than I do!
Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet (via violentwavesofemotion)
What the hell. What the hell? I like you. Yes, for god’s sake I do like you, when shall I ever not like you?
Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)