nevver:

Toothpaste for dinner

nevver:

Toothpaste for dinner

cauldronandcross:

Death and the Maiden (detail) Hans Baldung ca. 1518

cauldronandcross:

Death and the Maiden (detail) Hans Baldung ca. 1518

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happyperdition:

"Making love is a way of compensating for death. You need to prove you still exist." Stolen Kisses (Baisers volés), 1968

happyperdition:

"Making love is a way of compensating for death. You need to prove you still exist." Stolen Kisses (Baisers volés), 1968

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"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man."

Heraclitus (via thinksquad)

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nevver:

Magritte / Nolan

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showslow:

Oakley Illuminations

showslow:

Oakley Illuminations

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ounu:

“what was once before you – an exciting, mysterious future – is now behind you. lived; understood; disappointing. you realize you are not special. you have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. this is everyone’s experience. every single one. the specifics hardly matter. everyone’s everyone. so you are adele, hazel, claire, olive. you are ellen. all her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. it’s yours. it is time for you to understand this.

walk.

as the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving – not coming from any place; not arriving any place. just driving, counting off time. now you are here, at 7:43. now you are here, at 7:44. now you are…

gone.”

Synechdoche, New York, 2008

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