mysteriia:

This mural in Pereira, Colombia, was made in the memory of the children that were killed by Luis Garavito.

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Ralph Gibson

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Otto Umbehr, Untitled, c. 1930

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Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.

Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flakes, then four
Arrive, then many more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Jolanta Rycerska

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Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska, 1921 (via seabois)

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the-night-picture-collector:

“Very early in my life it was too late.”

Marguerite Duras by Hélène Bamberger (Ed. de Minuit, 2004)

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de-salva:

drawing …

Old Amsterdam

Tavik František Šimon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T._F._%C5%A0imon

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funeral-flower-girl:

Francesca Woodman Untitled Andover, Massachusetts, 1972-74

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Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.

Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flakes, then four
Arrive, then many more.