insanity-and-vanity:

Marine Vacth, in Jeune Et Jolie (2013) dir. by François Ozon
insanity-and-vanity:

Marine Vacth, in Jeune Et Jolie (2013) dir. by François Ozon
insanity-and-vanity:

Marine Vacth, in Jeune Et Jolie (2013) dir. by François Ozon
“nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.”
— Charles Bukowski (via laura-loveless)

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Do you ever have a moment of deja vu where a wave of tranquility crashes over you and you realize that everything will be okay, not matter what happens, even if it’s not okay? That everything that you had dreamed ages ago suddenly floats to the surface again and connects everything together? Or is that just me?

“If you’re feeling small today I dare you to sit up straighter, look someone who scares you directly in the eye, take up room at the dinner table, make yourself bigger, when ‘sorry’ laps at the back of your tongue, tries to pick up after you, remind yourself that your existence doesn’t demand an apology, that you are allowed to make mess and take up space. Do not be afraid to expand. Every single goddamn minute. Expand, expand, expand.”
— Femme Fatale (via tywin)

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likeafieldmouse:

Michael Biberstein 
1. Attractor
2. Strange
likeafieldmouse:

Michael Biberstein 
1. Attractor
2. Strange
“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”
— Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad (via loss-)

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methexys:

Burning house, Carrie Schneider
methexys:

Burning house, Carrie Schneider
methexys:

Burning house, Carrie Schneider

insanity-and-vanity:

“In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained. Oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. A clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.”

The Virgin Suicides (1999)

“Some never awaken.”
— Anais Nin (via likeafieldmouse)
fellatioutboy:

its hard to take pictures of how pretty nature is in a fast moving car with windows covered in puppy nose prints
fellatioutboy:

its hard to take pictures of how pretty nature is in a fast moving car with windows covered in puppy nose prints
fellatioutboy:

its hard to take pictures of how pretty nature is in a fast moving car with windows covered in puppy nose prints
fellatioutboy:

its hard to take pictures of how pretty nature is in a fast moving car with windows covered in puppy nose prints
fellatioutboy:

its hard to take pictures of how pretty nature is in a fast moving car with windows covered in puppy nose prints

fellatioutboy:

its hard to take pictures of how pretty nature is in a fast moving car with windows covered in puppy nose prints

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theatlantic:

This Man Took 445 Photobooth Portraits of Himself Over 30 Years, and Nobody Knows Why

For three decades, starting in the 1930s, he did the same thing. He’d sit inside a photo booth. He’d smile. He’d pose. 

And then—pop! pop! pop!—out would pop a glossy self-portrait, in shades of black and white. There he was, staring back at himself … and grinning. And, sometimes, almost scowling. There he was, mirthful. And, sometimes, almost scornful.  

The man—nobody knows who he was—repeated this process 455 times, at least, and he did so well into the 1960s. Nobody knows for sure why he did it. Or where he did it. All we know is that he took nearly 500 self-portraits over the course of thirty years, at a time when taking self-portraits was significantly more difficult than it is today, creating a striking record of the passage of time. 

The man’s effort is now being shared with the public in the form of a collection being shown at Rutgers’ Zimmerli Art Museum in New Brunswick. “445 Portraits of a Man,” the exhibit is appropriately called, takes these early, earnest selfies and presents them as art.

Read more. [Image courtesy Donald Lokuta]

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