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gacougnol: thereyouwere: * new exhibition coming : Galerie VU’ : PARIS : petit traité de l’incertitude : 13 · 9 · 18 Juanan Requena
dailyrothko: Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1961Oil on paper mounted on canvas.74.92 X 54.9 cm © Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society While strikingly similar to this painting, the two come from different years using different
vikikollerova: coming in wavesV/18
fortuneaday: [A white fortune cookie paper with black text reading: Your fondest dream will come true within this year.]
volcture: “Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.” — Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via larmoyante)
66lanvin: maximien: Herbert List - “Youth and Roman Bust”, 1949 SOMEDAY my PRINCE will COME……….No.1
olddirtytshirt: Tunnelovision video directed by @zacksekuler out now! link in my bio. my new album GARAGEB& comes out in 2 days!!🤘🤮🤘https://www.instagram.com/jesserutherford/p/BwFh62DFKBY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18d9k0hoi8apl
paramore:hope you’re great today. new song coming at you soon. apple.co/Beats1
theglasschild: “It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
kernjosh: Its the end of the week and I just come home after a long train ride. I close the door behind me and my roommate says hello from the kitchen. He also adds that he’s sorry because he ate all of my cereals. I answer that he doesn’t have to
ling0n: What we all want, is to escape. Routines, troubles, memories. Dark room and red lights. Heavy breaths and whispers in your ear. Come here, I’ll make you disappear.
rnyfh: Come to think of it i hardly ever look at someone and think they’re ugly? they just are what they are and i don’t think of anything further than that. at the end of the day what sticks with me are the impressions people leave, things like how
virgodura: Art comes, like everything else, out of nothing, out of silence, out of, I suppose, longing. Alice Walker
standingatthefence: Graciela Iturbide | La frontera ‘La Virgen Morena’ Tijuana, México, 1990I think all photographers make documentary photography, but, afterwards, it all comes down to how each person interprets what they see, whether it has
thestrangerdaily: “The evil that is in the world almost always comes from ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.” — Albert Camus (via thestrangerdaily)
thoughtkick: “You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
2lone: I like conversations where I don’t have to think about what to say. It just comes naturally.
memoryslandscape: “The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” — Mikko Harvey, from “For M,”
gillianstevens:Had such a great day shooting for @designanddigest today at the beautiful home of @sophieburkedesign. Chloe and I have been working on her new branding for the past few months - it was so rewarding to finally see it come together.
silkenscreen: Nightmares Come at Night (1970) dir. Jess Franco
Have Steam Coming Out Of Your Ears
yidan: “Dreams are beautiful. Do you think they come true?” — Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Harilaos Stefanidis wr. c. April 1904
aspiritualwarrior: “Wisdom comes with the ability to be still. Just look and just listen. No more is needed. Being still, looking, and listening activates the non-conceptual intelligence within you. Let stillness direct your words and actions.” —
soracities: “I’m sorry love isn’t a flower. I’m sorry my heart is a sinkhole. It swallowed a freezer once. You were right to go. But come back.” — Kim Addonizio, from ‘Please’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
geminiscene: “I’m sorry love isn’t a flower. I’m sorry my heart is a sinkhole. It swallowed a freezer once. You were right to go. But come back.” — Kim Addonizio, from ‘Please’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems
peanutsfeelings: “Snoopy, come home”, 1972.
hea-rt: (by if the rain comes)
little-random-thoughts: “It all comes down to the person you look for in a crowded room.” —
childmagazine: “So I’ll wait for you, and I’ll burn” — Jeff Buckley, Lover, You Should’ve Come Over (via incoloure)
joeinct: “The reality in front of the camera is reality of the first degree, the representation of the reality in front of the camera is reality of the second degree, and then come any number of possible gradations and distortions.” — Thomas Ruff
intimatum:Louise Bourgeois, 10 am is When You Come to Me (2006)
spoonbabee: I hate seeing skaters leave. it sucks. If I see you on the street farting around on a board I automatically have respect for you. There’s a certain confidence and humbleness that always seems to come with constantly busting your ass in
oryeo: It’s coming along! Thankyou everyone for submitting the pics!
24hoursinthelifeofawoman: The Worst Is Yet to Come, New York, 1966
halfdayss: what track is coming through those speakers?
halfdayss:Come over.
lovemorninggloryman: ars-solitudine: Devi dirmi che quando esci senza di me è come se ti mancasse una gamba. Vai pure da solo a visitare la città. Zoppicherai! Devi dirmi che hai voglia di abbracciare la mia ombra che passa sui muri! Intreccio pensieri
aspiritualwarrior: “All you can do for another person is be an environment in which if they wanted to come up for air, they could.” — Ram Dass
perfectquote: “You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
quentindebriey: I’m presenting a new journal I made about New York City at the Mast book store in the lower east side next thuesday, come say hi!june 26th 7-9pm 66 avenue A,Nyc <3
mithen:Things that killed me about Part 2 of The Beatles: Get Back: Watching John, in the wake of George quitting the group, communicating through their own song lyrics (the sequence where a despondent Paul tries to come up with a schedule and some
firstfullmoon: “I want to gather your darkness in my hands, to cup it like water and drink. I want this in the same way as I want to touch your cheek— it is the same— the way a moth will come to the bedroom window in late September, beating and
thnkfilm: “The down side of coming off junk was that I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself I could hardly bear to look at them.”Trainspotting (1996)dir.
eatmangoesnekkid: “May you know the softness that comes from being well-loved.” — India Ame’ye, Author
derangedrhythms:You were, when I met you, both things for me: the sensuous and the spiritual. That can never come asunder…Paul Celan in a letter to Ingeborg Bachmann, quoted in ‘The Correspondence of Ingeborg Bachmann and Paul Celan’
funstealer: “Like I’ve done with everything in my life, you fake it until it comes true. I actually used to mold rubber soles myself, because at the time I couldn’t afford the minimums. The construction was completely wrong.” — Rick Owens
lost-teeth: New Love & Pain song out today! “Exit Scene” is available now on our bandcamp, where you can also preorder our new EP “It Comes In Waves”. https://loveandpainmusic.bandcamp.com/track/exit-scene
feral-ballad:Ari Banias, from Anybody: Poems; “Bouquet”[Text ID: “Today you want nothing / because wanting / comes too close to feeling.”]
soracities: “She comes up close, leans on my shoulder, and we are one, she flows into me and I know: this was the necessary part. I know this with every nerve, with every hair, with every sweet and almost painful beat of my heart.” — Yevgeny Zamyatin,
papayajuan2019:thekimonogallery: Puppy sleeping. 1955, Japan ive been coming back to this post and on the verge of tears every time
crumbargento: The Second coming of eva - Mac Ahlberg - 1974 - Sweden
soracities: “I heard her voice come from in there, from within, from the dark windows of her eyes, where that wood-fire burned.” — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (trans. Natasha Randall)