Don't look back sweetheart it's bad luck.
Don't look back sweetheart it's bad luck.
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"We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life."
(via brutalite)

crematorie:

by Andrei Varga

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crematorie: by Andrei Varga
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ryandonato:

Gerard Richter. Oil on canvas.

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ryandonato: Gerard Richter. Oil on canvas.
ryandonato: Gerard Richter. Oil on canvas.
ryandonato: Gerard Richter. Oil on canvas.
ryandonato: Gerard Richter. Oil on canvas.
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models-on-the-runway:

louis vuitton f/w 2013

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models-on-the-runway: louis vuitton f/w 2013

brutalite:

A MAGAZINE curated by Yohji Yamamoto

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brutalite: A MAGAZINE curated by Yohji Yamamoto

likeafieldmouse:

Erik Satie - Gnossiennes (Nos. 1 & 2) - Pascal Roge

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c0ssette:

Julius Kronberg (Swedish, 1850-1921), “Romeo and Juliet on the balcony”

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c0ssette: Julius Kronberg (Swedish, 1850-1921), “Romeo and Juliet on the balcony”
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"Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier-mâché puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street."
Frida Kahlo   (via brutalite)
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museumuesum:

Christopher Wool

Untitled, 1988

Alkyd and flashe on aluminium, 96 x 60 in. (243.84 x 152.40 cm)

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museumuesum: Christopher Wool Untitled, 1988 Alkyd and flashe on aluminium, 96 x 60 in. (243.84 x 152.40 cm)