Imagine of being constantly reminded of the pain you're about to be in.
"   I know I could never love you
I only dream of you after you’re gone.   "
-Chelsea Wolfe, from The Way We Used To (via violentwavesofemotion)

leprincelointain:

Sophie Anderson (1823-1903), Elaineor (The Lily Maid from Astolat) - 1870


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void-dance:

Photo by Jules Jacques (1866-1900): Dunes dans le grand Erg
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fyodor-haneke:

Nenette et Boni,Claire Denis
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"   I will always remember this, she tells herself. Then: Why am I thinking about memory? It’s not then yet, it’s now. It’s not over.   "
-Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin (thank you, aubade)
"   I hope you will forgive me if I use the word “truth.” The moment I say “truth” I expect people to ask: “What is truth?” “Does truth exist?” Let us imagine that it exists. The word exists, therefore the feeling exists.   "
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Helene Cixous, from Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing, translated by Sarah Cornell & Susan Sellers.

The word exists, therefore the feeling exists.

(via itgivesitthew)

"   I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.   "
-F. Cabanes  (via moralist)
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shortcuttothestars:

This is siriusc
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