buenas-ondas

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
vintagegal
augmented-flute:

by photographer Nicolas Bruno
"‘You don’t actually get over things… you incorporate them. They become part of everything you are. I don’t mean that you walk about crying all the time. But you change.’" When You’re Falling, Dive: Lessons in the Art of Living, by Mark Matousek (via maryhuynh)
kissesandcollisions
euo:

Dont just fuck me. Love me. By Tracey Emin
euo
"Get up. Put your wings on. It’s about enjoyment. Find the snow. Run through. Hit a song on the head.
Drag it back to the house. Give it a bath.
Feed it grapes. Teach it to relax. Sleep toe to head.
Snore in seven languages. Let it disappear.
Wake up. Rise to the yellowing room. Make an oath. It’s about enjoyment. You will find it again. In the rain. Covered in bees. Thick with flu. It’s there, teeth rotting,
laughing in the honey. Pick up the pace. Comb back
the moss. Lift the oars. Drop the anchor like a beat.
There it is. There. Stop looking."
Shira E, What Bjork Poured Into My Tea
(via ohfairies)
seabois
kraftdurchfreunde
dailyactress:

Chloe Sevigny 
hisandherquotes:

everything you love is here
hisandherquotes
momentosdefuga
violentwavesofemotion:

Henry & June (1990) dir. by Philip Kaufman
snowce:

Egon Schiele, Liebende [Lovers], c.1909
blastedheath
"Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should you question it? But then slowly seeds are planted inside of you, one by one, by a touch or a look or a day skateboarding in a park, and they start to burst out of old hulls shells and they start to sprout. And pretty soon there are so many of them. They are named Love and Trust and Kindness and Joy and Desire and Wonder and Spirit and Soulmate. They grow into a garden so dense and thick that it starts to invade your brain where the old things you were once told are dying. By the time this garden reaches your brain the old things are dead. They make no sense. The logic of the seeds sprouted inside of you is the only real thing." Francesca Lia Block, Wasteland (via damanhur)
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prisoner of dreams
"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet."
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