1. speioritur:

    artspacereview:

    Jesper Just - A Voyage In Dwelling - 2008

    www.jesperjust.com/programme.html

    island livin in t minus 30 days

     
  2. euo:

    Every path is the right path. Everything could’ve been anything else. And it would have just as much meaning.”

    Mr. Nobody (2009) dir.  Jaco Van Dormael

    (via lonehands)

     

  3. april-is:

    Ezra Pound’s Proposition
    Robert Hass

    Beauty is sexual, and sexuality
    Is the fertility of the earth and the fertility
    Of the earth is economics. Though he is no recommendation
    For poets on the subject of finance,
    I thought of him in the thick heat
    Of the Bangkok night. Not more than fourteen, she…

     
  4. miss-catastrofes-naturales:

    "He aprendido que un hombre
    sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia abajo,
    cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse.”

    Gabriel García Márquez - La marioneta

     
  5. Blue Valentine, dir. Derek Cianfrance

    (Source: ttoska, via letters-to-nobody)

     
  6. assindeto:

    À Nos Amours (1983)

     
  7. Jean Seberg in A Bout de Souffle (1960, dir. Jean-Luc Godard)

    (Source: chanelbagsandcigarettedrags)

     
  8. (Source: sopadepo, via enchantedengland)

     

  9. bollykecks:

    "to photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them they can never have"

    -Susan Sontag, On Photography

     
  10. darren ankenman

    (Source: hedonistquest, via letters-to-nobody)

     
  11. (Source: zmftw, via bahnhofzoo)

     
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  13. bahnhofzoo:

    Cherry bomb

     
  14. aerbor:

    Northbound by Géraldine vW 

    (via seiliuu)

     

  15. "All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk across the bedroom windows, because I had some idea that the gold light would make me feel better, but I did not bother to weight the curtains correctly and all that summer the long panels of transparent golden silk would blow out the windows and get tangled and drenched in afternoon thunderstorms. That was the year, my twenty-eight, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and ever procrastination, every word, all of it."
    — Joan Didion,Goodbye to All That” (via commovente)

    (via lifeinpoetry)