Je ne suis qu'une vermine bourrée d'esthétique. Rien de plus.

angryshortfemme:

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tweed-eyes:

Bust of Juliette Récamier (back view) by Joseph Chinard,
c.1801-2 
J. Paul Getty Museum

"The city’s a heart, I said, and in that a heart and a city were sutured into a third thing, a heartish city, and cities are heart-stained, and hearts are city-stained too."

China Miéville, Embassytown (via cadairs)
Artist:Unknown Sigur Ros
Title: UnknownThe Rains of Castamere
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Sigur Rós performing The Rains of Castamere, for Game of Thrones, season 4

a lion still has claws

hellyeahblackmodels:

"If You’re Tired Of London, You’re Tired Of Life!" - i-D Magazine Spring 2014

cutesy:

by Norwegian conceptual artist Rune Guneriussen

Your hiding place isn’t watertight. Life trickles in everywhere, and you’re forced to react. No one asks if it’s true, if you’re genuine or false. Such questions matter only in the theatre, and hardly there either. 

Persona | dir. Ingmar Bergman (1966)

labellefilleart:

Mette Gauguin in an Evening Dress, Paul Gauguin

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The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.
When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!”

When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

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Bertolt Brecht (via ode-to-psyche)
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