behavelikeacat:

back of notre dame by bendisdonc on Flickr.
You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
thepaintedbench:

Dappled Horse

thepaintedbench:

Dappled Horse

The Rolling Stones - Let's Spend the Night Together
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theswinginsixties:

The Rolling Stones — Let’s Spend the Night Together - 1967

birdwings:

Personalized business cards! Love this girl @melissachaib 💖🍉💖

birdwings:

Personalized business cards! Love this girl @melissachaib 💖🍉💖

likeafieldmouse:

Ibrahim el-Salahi - The Last Sound (1964)

likeafieldmouse:

Ibrahim el-Salahi - The Last Sound (1964)


Looking to the other side
f13; 1/160s; ISO 100: FL:50mm
© Juan Manuel Saenz de Santa María, 2014

Looking to the other side

f13; 1/160s; ISO 100: FL:50mm

© Juan Manuel Saenz de Santa María, 2014

theparisreview:

“I would leave everything here: the valleys, the hills, the paths, and the jaybirds from the gardens, I would leave here the petcocks and the padres, heaven and earth, spring and fall, I would leave here the exit routes, the evenings in the kitchen, the last amorous gaze, and all of the city-bound directions that make you shudder, I would leave here the thick twilight falling upon the land, gravity, hope, enchantment, and tranquility, I would leave here those beloved and those close to me, everything that touched me, everything that shocked me, fascinated and uplifted me, I would leave here the noble, the benevolent, the pleasant, and the demonically beautiful, I would leave here the budding sprout, every birth and existence, I would leave here incantation, enigma, distances, inexhaustibility, and the intoxication of eternity; for here I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me from here, because I’ve looked into what’s coming, and I don’t need anything from here.”
A vignette by László Krasznahorkai from Asymptote’s summer issue, translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet. Illustration by Guillaume Gilbert.

theparisreview:

“I would leave everything here: the valleys, the hills, the paths, and the jaybirds from the gardens, I would leave here the petcocks and the padres, heaven and earth, spring and fall, I would leave here the exit routes, the evenings in the kitchen, the last amorous gaze, and all of the city-bound directions that make you shudder, I would leave here the thick twilight falling upon the land, gravity, hope, enchantment, and tranquility, I would leave here those beloved and those close to me, everything that touched me, everything that shocked me, fascinated and uplifted me, I would leave here the noble, the benevolent, the pleasant, and the demonically beautiful, I would leave here the budding sprout, every birth and existence, I would leave here incantation, enigma, distances, inexhaustibility, and the intoxication of eternity; for here I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me from here, because I’ve looked into what’s coming, and I dont need anything from here.”

A vignette by László Krasznahorkai from Asymptote’s summer issue, translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet. Illustration by Guillaume Gilbert.