In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him.

Now choose.

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Passion (Jean-Luc Godard, 1982)
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.
by Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (via
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Wanda Koop - Magic Hour 
When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.
by Ingmar Bergman (via
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Beauty and The Beast

A female freediver takes in the underwater scene, as a lemon shark slowly swims by

Photograph by Raul Boesel


Sylvia Plath’s drawings (Meadow-Flowers // Purple Thistle)

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Reblog - 320.675 notesloppy:shapeandcolour:This weekend, activists in Uganda - a country where homosexuality is punishable by death - held their first Pride. This is the epitome of courage. I have no other words. this is making me tear up holy shit
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Still Life with Skull of Ox, 1942 ~ Pablo Picasso
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Agnes Martin, With My Back To the World, 1997.
Abandoné la esperanza de ser alguien -decía-. El objetivo de mi vida era huir de lo que me rodeaba, vivir en un sitio en donde ya nada pudiera hacerme daño. Intenté destruir mis lazos uno a uno, dejar escapar las cosas que me importaban. La idea era lograr la indiferencia, una indiferencia tan poderosa y sublime que me protegiera de cualquier ataque. (…) Me repetía a mi mismo que la solución perfecta consistía en no desear nada, en no tener nada, no ser nada. Al final llegué a vivir casi como una piedra.
by El país de las últimas cosas, Paul Auster (via



Kate Moss & Johnny Depp

I love the photo on the right it’s so “we’re renovating our house in the south of France and gosh it’s hard work - where’s that lovely red we bought in Lyon, the 1992?”

Perché mi dibatto, perché m’affanno in questa angusta, chiusa cornice, mentre la vita, la vita intera, con tutte le sue gioie, mi sta aperta innanzi?
by Guerra e pace, Lev N. Tolstoj (via
It’s easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don’t understand.
by Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races (via