Point Zéro

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
Music ~ http://www.last.fm/user/ddandelion
Jul 18
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Empty days. Weeping. Everything difficult, wrong, and yet right after all.
Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks (1917-1919)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via lightdrops)

Jul 17
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allstreets:

Carrer del Brosolí - Barcelona, Spain

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varietas:

Unknown photographer
via Galerie  Lumière des Roses

varietas:

Unknown photographer

via Galerie Lumière des Roses

(via razna)

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September 30th 1945 by Nâzım Hikmet Ran

Thinking of you is beautiful
                         and hopeful,
like listening to the best voice in the world
                         sing the loveliest song.
But hope is not enough for me:
I no longer want to listen,
                         I want to sing the song…

Jul 12
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Jul 11
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A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
— Hermann Hesse (via infinite-paradox)

(Source: carpethedamndiem, via razna)

Jul 10
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Things will be far worse
than they are now.
And far better.

I wait.

— Charles Bukowski (via fassadenmensch)

(Source: hellanne, via lightdrops)

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(Source: c-inismus, via deadye)

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laurazalenga:

Side streets of Sousse

laurazalenga:

Side streets of Sousse

(via razna)