Posted on March 11, 2013 via with 3 notes

I guess I’m a little weird. I like to talk to trees and animals. That’s okay though; I have more fun than most people.

Bob Ross (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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Posted on March 1, 2013 via Diary of a Thinker with 6,127 notes

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Hollywood at its best gives us 30ft-tall people who actually feel equal to the passions that we harbor in our tiny little breasts.

Michael Cunningham (author of The Hours) in a Radiolab interview (via instacapital)

Posted on July 13, 2012 via Meanwhile, with 1 note

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.

Benjamin Britten (via scattermybrains)

Posted on June 29, 2012 via Let it shine with 5 notes

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Anna parodies her male peers in Marie Claire magazine, 1962. I think Belmondo is my personal favorite :)

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Posted on September 5, 2011 via annakarina.com - An Anna Karina Fan Site with 187 notes

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Posted on August 31, 2011 via Seekins Seeking Seekins with 39 notes

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ateliertovar:

Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders, 1987)

Such a fantastic coincidence. Just as I am rediscovering my love for Nick Cave, he appears unexpectedly in Wings of Desire, which I just watched last night for the first time.

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Posted on August 28, 2011 via we must become th pitiless censors of ourselves with 27 notes

“It’s great to live by the spirit, to testify day by day for eternity, only what’s spiritual in people’s minds. But sometimes I’m fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above I’d like to feel a weight grow in me to end the infinity and to tie me to earth. I’d like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say “Now.” Now and now” and no longer “forever” and “for eternity.” To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod. Every time we participated, it was a pretense. Wrestling with one, allowing a hip to be put out in pretense, catching a fish in pretense, in pretense sitting at tables, drinking and eating in pretense. Having lambs roasted and wine served in the tents out there in the desert, only in pretense. No, I don’t have to beget a child or plant a tree but it would be rather nice coming home after a long day to feed the cat, like Philip Marlowe, to have a fever and blackended fingers from the newspaper, to be excited not only by the mind but, at last, by a meal, by the line of a neck by an ear. To lie! Through one’s teeth. As you’re walking, to feel your bones moving along. At last to guess, instead of always knowing. To be able to say “ah” and “oh” and “hey” instead of “yea” and “amen.”“ -Wings of Desire (Wim Wenders, 1987)

Posted on August 28, 2011