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Sep 19, 2014 / 4,168 notes

fuckyeahvintage-retro:

Women in photobooths, c.1920s-70s (via)

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Sep 18, 2014

E non disse nemmeno una parola (Heinrich Böll)

"Vorrei sapere, per esempio, perché mi hai sposata."

"Per via della colazione" spiegai. "Cercavo qualcuno con cui poter fare colazione per tutta la vita, e la mia scelta - si dice così, no? - cadde su di te. Sei stata una magnifica compagna di colazioni. E con te non mi sono mai annoiato. Neanche tu con me, spero."

"No" ammise. "Con te non mi sono annoiata mai."

Sep 15, 2014 / 1,855 notes

kabinessence:

Karen O // Ooo

crush songs

The only thing I’ve loved is nothing at all. The only thing I’ve desired is what I couldn’t even imagine. All I asked of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is that it never stop being a distant dream.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via infinitehallucination)

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Sep 14, 2014 / 1,953 notes
Sep 14, 2014 / 18,706 notes

bro97:

“Carrying a single bag, the young man is traveling alone at his whim with no particular destination in mind. He goes by train and gets off at any stop that arouses his interest. He takes a room, sees the sights, and stays as long as he likes. When he has had enough, he boards another train.”

– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

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Pierrot le fou
Sep 13, 2014 / 8,440 notes

Pierrot le fou

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And you’ll always love me won’t you?”
“Yes”
“And the rain won’t make any difference?”
“No
Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell to Arms (via orchidetelm)

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Sep 13, 2014 / 6,279 notes
blejz:

seawaters:
"Anne and her family lived alone on an island.  She enjoyed having tea time with her friends the spiny lobster and baby hawk." - National Geographic August 1938
Sep 7, 2014 / 10,018 notes

blejz:

seawaters:

"Anne and her family lived alone on an island.  She enjoyed having tea time with her friends the spiny lobster and baby hawk." - National Geographic August 1938

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
Aug 31, 2014 / 5,174 notes
chadwys:

Himalayas, Moon Mountains (tempera on canvas, 1933) by Nicholas Roerich
Aug 28, 2014 / 7,766 notes

chadwys:

Himalayas, Moon Mountains (tempera on canvas, 1933) by Nicholas Roerich