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I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee..”’ hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together.
Charles Bukowski (via freaksandweirdos)
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Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
E.M. Forster (via misswallflower)
$50,000 signed copy of The Great Gatsby. Sold.
“For Ned Griffith from his friend, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Hollywood 1939”
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“What of the hands? We request, we promise, call, dismiss, menace, pray, supplicate, deny, refuse…and with a manifold variation that is the envy of the tongue. With the head we invite, dismiss, avow, disavow, contradict, welcome…What of the eyebrows? What of the shoulders? There is not a movement that does not speak, and in a language intelligible without instruction, a language that is common to all. From which it follows…that this [language] ought to be judged the true language of human nature.”
―Saul Frampton, When I Am Playing With My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing With Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch With Life](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1c64uZkV41qd9a66o1_500.jpg)
“What of the hands? We request, we promise, call, dismiss, menace, pray, supplicate, deny, refuse…and with a manifold variation that is the envy of the tongue. With the head we invite, dismiss, avow, disavow, contradict, welcome…What of the eyebrows? What of the shoulders? There is not a movement that does not speak, and in a language intelligible without instruction, a language that is common to all. From which it follows…that this [language] ought to be judged the true language of human nature.”
―Saul Frampton, When I Am Playing With My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing With Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch With Life
kehinde wiley.
OH MAN I LEARNED ABOUT HIM AND ART HISTORY AND HE’S LIKE MY NEW FAVE
he takes dudes like these guys and lets them pick out/chooses an older picture to emulate and it’s a really interesting dichotomy between the hypermasculine way we’re supposed to think of black men and the way masculinity was thought of back in the day!
SO COOL RIGHT
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Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.
- Turkish Proverb (via lusitanglory)
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25 abandoned Yugoslavia monuments that look like they’re from the future
“These structures were commissioned by former Yugoslavian president Josip Broz Tito in the 1960s and 70s to commemorate sites where WWII battles took place or where concentration camps stood. They were designed by different sculptors and architects, conveying powerful visual impact to show the confidence and strength of the Socialist Republic. In the 1980s, these monuments attracted millions of visitors per year, especially young pioneers for their ‘patriotic education.’ After the Republic dissolved in early 1990s, they were completely abandoned, and their symbolic meanings were forever lost. From 2006 to 2009, Kempenaers toured around the ex-Yugoslavia region with the help of a 1975 map of memorials, bringing before our eyes a series of melancholy yet striking images.”
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