July 15th, 2014

details at miu miu fall/winter 2011.

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Solange is aesthetically pleasing on all levels.

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anaïs Nin  (via thatkindofwoman)

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The Fault In Our Stars looks so good.


The Fault In Our Stars looks so good.

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I’d rather be around a passionate nerd than a non-passionate cool person. Because if you lack passion, your soul is diminishing by the second. You have to be passionate about something. Call it obsessed or whatever you want, but be obsessed about something. Obsessed people care. I’m passionate about so many things, it becomes an issue at certain points, but at least you have the ability to feel that much about something.

sans soleil (chris marker, 1983)

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Wrapped in blankets, I thought how funny it was that tonight, too, here I was sleeping next to the kitchen. I smiled to myself. But this time I wasn’t lonely. Maybe i had been waiting for this. Maybe all I had been hoping for was a bed in which to be able to stop thinking, just for a little while, about what happened before and what would happen in the future. I was too sad to be able to sleep in the same bed with anyone; that would only make the sadness worse. But here was a kitchen, some plants, someone sleeping in the next room, perfect quiet … this was the best. This place was … the best.
From Kitchen, Banana Yoshimoto  (via waydowntown)

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"I swear to God, every job I’ve ever taken, about three weeks before I begin, I call up my agent and say, ‘I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think I’m right for it. They should call up Jessica Lange. I don’t think I’d be… I can’t do this! I don’t know why they hired me. Why’d they hire me???’”

Meryl Streep, (IU Auditorium, November 2010)

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Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via sarcolinedream)

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