coma divine
scio nihil scio.

4 notes My fast sketches, © heartvoyage
69,048 notes "Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe." — Joan Bauer  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: conflictingheart, via stjerne-og-aske)

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1,563 notes artexpert:

La mémoire (1944) - René Magritte
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930 notes "Now I can see that this separation was absolutely necessary. Otherwise we would have most definitely set each other on fire. By the way, I am in constant physical and emotional pain. You see, I love you so, my little beloved friend." — Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann (via c-ovet)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via c-ovet)

1,892 notes orux:

"Sommarlek" (1951), dir.Ingmar Bergman
109 notes "Not a single star will be left in the night.
The night will not be left.
I will die and, with me,
the weight of the intolerable universe." — Jorge Luis BorgesThe Suicide (via poboh)

(via antimovement)

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FACT 10: Unknown Pleasures, Joy Division (Outer and Inner Sleeves) 1979
via Peter Saville Sleeve Design 1978-1981
269 notes cosmosonic:

Robert Doisneau 
1,359 notes "Inside of me lives a civil war between me and me. It is amazing, because I am all the time winning and all the time losing." — Bshayer F.R (via wnq-writers)

(via life-duringwartime)

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And The Swallows Dance Above The Sun by Porcupine Tree
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2,868 notes nournjeim:

Anna Karina.
73 notes "Sometimes I have the feeling that we’re in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash and the other is already behind his door, and now the first one has but to utter a word ad immediately the second one has closed his door behind him and can no longer be seen. He’s sure to open the door again for it’s a room which perhaps one cannot leave. If only the first one were not precisely like the second, if he were calm, if he would only pretend not to look at the other, if he slowly set the room in order as though it were a room like any other; but instead he does exactly the same as the other at his door, sometimes even both are behind the doors and the the beautiful room is empty." — Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via man-of-prose)