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54674
May 18

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Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.
 Jeffrey Eugenides  (via fabulousbitch69)

(Source: 13neighbors)


2616
May 17

Françoise Hardy, New York City, 1965.

Françoise Hardy, New York City, 1965.

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51
May 15



Crush, Richard Siken 

Crush, Richard Siken 


11
May 15

3242
May 15

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243
May 15
opposingly:

Let’s Leave For a Holiday Today // listen
       1. Howlin’ For You The Black Keys               5. Anna Sun Walk the Moon
       2. Little Miss Pipedream The Wombats        6. Heroes David Bowie
       3. Step Vampire Weekend                              7. U and Left Turns Socratic
       4. No You Girls Franz Ferdinand        8. Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll The Killers

opposingly:

Let’s Leave For a Holiday Today // listen

       1. Howlin’ For You The Black Keys               5. Anna Sun Walk the Moon

       2. Little Miss Pipedream The Wombats        6. Heroes David Bowie

       3. Step Vampire Weekend                              7. U and Left Turns Socratic

       4. No You Girls Franz Ferdinand        8. Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll The Killers


69
May 13
the60sbazaar:

Jean Shrimpton modelling by the Statue of Liberty 

the60sbazaar:

Jean Shrimpton modelling by the Statue of Liberty 


You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via pythons)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything)


romancgodfrey:

Ginger & Rosa by Sally Potter.

romancgodfrey:

Ginger & Rosa by Sally Potter.

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747
May 13
explore-blog:


It’s not love, or tenderness, or affection, it’s life itself, my life, that I found what I saw it in your hands, in your month and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

Frida Kahlo’s remarkable love letters to Diego Rivera

explore-blog:

It’s not love, or tenderness, or affection, it’s life itself, my life, that I found what I saw it in your hands, in your month and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

Frida Kahlo’s remarkable love letters to Diego Rivera

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62
May 12

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