hotelquebec:

El Pintor hands.

(via songsevenn)

You are a fire of a girl
with a mind of gold
and a heart that was sold
when your insides
turned to ash.
You don’t feel like home —
you are three am rooftops
and cracked sidewalks
beneath bare feet.
You are black smoke
and tired eyes from
too many nights spent
filling your lungs
with the ocean in your chest
and calling it self-defense.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation.

Friedrich Nietzsche (Thus Spoke Zarathustra)

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bloghqualls:

Angel of the Resurrection by Walker Kirtland Hancock

bloghqualls:

Angel of the Resurrection by Walker Kirtland Hancock

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Calogero Cammalleri

Calogero Cammalleri


Fred Sathal Haute Couture F/W 2014 at Haute Couture Week

Fred Sathal Haute Couture F/W 2014 at Haute Couture Week

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sickpage:

Bert WoottonSinking Towards The Abyss Has Never Felt So Bliss, 2011

sickpage:

Bert Wootton
Sinking Towards The Abyss Has Never Felt So Bliss, 2011

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I’m breaking my bones
to fit into places I’ve
already outgrown.

Kayla Hollatz, Overgrown [a haiku]  (via thegayyestonee)

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garconniere:

grofjardanhazy:

shihlun:

Samuel Beckett observing cat, dog and parrot. 1964.

Photograph by Steve Schapiro.

While he was waiting for Godot

If I’m not mistaken, this was during the shooting of Beckett’s 1965 Film with none other than Buster Keaton. Yes, the title is Film. More here.

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Le joli mai (Chris Marker, 1963) 

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