80s-90s-supermodels:

"Idoles", Vogue France, April 1999Photographer : Herb RittsModel : Alek Wek

80s-90s-supermodels:

"Idoles", Vogue France, April 1999
Photographer : Herb Ritts
Model : Alek Wek

The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness.

Friedrich Nietzsche (Selected Letters)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

ladyavenal:

And in that moment, we were all Mr Keatings students.

(Source: bloodydifficult)

halliebellies:

Hal: Well, let’s say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn’t come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe. Oliver: I’d wait for the lion. Hal: That’s why I worry about you. 

halliebellies:

Hal: Well, let’s say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn’t come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe. 
Oliver: I’d wait for the lion. 
Hal: That’s why I worry about you. 

argentinavintage:

Me diste la intemperie,la leve sombra de tu manopasando por mi cara.Me diste el frío, la distancia,el amargo café de medianocheentre mesas vacías.

argentinavintage:

Me diste la intemperie,
la leve sombra de tu mano
pasando por mi cara.
Me diste el frío, la distancia,
el amargo café de medianoche
entre mesas vacías.

(Source: avarothusknight)

littlelimpstiff14u2:

The Intricate and Beautiful Paper Cutting Art of Maude White

Maude White is a paper cutting artist living in Buffalo, NY. She loves the great strength, yet delicacy of paper. Her work is done on the macro as well as the micro level. Every cut is exact and meaningful. She enjoys playing with positive and negative space to create fantastic scenes and stories. She considers herself a craftsperson and has a deep respect for the paper she transforms. In pursuing her work, she hopes to make visible to others the immense world of possibilities that every piece of paper holds.

Maude White: Birds I’ve Been

September 5th-October 25th, 2014
Opening September 5th, 2014 6-9pm

White’s show is the fourth in the 12 x 14 series at WNYBAC, which features 5 artists over the course of twelve months; Maude will also host a free collaborative event that will give insight into her process on Saturday September 20th, 2014 from 12-5pm.

”When I cut paper, I feel as if I am peeling back the outer, superficial layer of our vision to reveal the secret space beneath. With paper cutting there are so many opportunities to create negative space that tells its own story. Letting the observer become present in the piece allows him or her to look through it. I like the idea of the stark contrast between the black and white paper, and the cut nature of the work makes my art more three-dimensional than paint on canvas. ”

El café sustituye al chocolate, el chocolate al sexo y el sexo a la felicidad. Y así estamos.. tristes, gordos y con insomnio.


Marilyn Monroe in Mexico, 1962.
Marilyn Monroe in Mexico, 1962.

straaya:

I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted

surrealism:

Disconnected by David John Dietrich. Oil on Canvas, 30 x 42 inches.

surrealism:

Disconnected by David John Dietrich. Oil on Canvas, 30 x 42 inches.