"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars."
Vladimir Nabokov (via mirroir)
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“eu não quero, não quero mais “preocupations” comigo. e nem de leve águas passadas, canto e recanto de lágrimas no meu coração. eu não quero não. espero, espero, espero lhe ver, lhe encontrar. tenho 29 beijos pra lhe dar..”
"I also only ever said half of what I meant and only half of that made any sense, which is, I admit, a generous appraisal of my communication skills"
Miriam Toews; “A Complicated Kindness” (via freeandfaithful)
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"Storms, because sensuality is a storm, more than a storm! Beauty is a fearful and terrible thing! Fearful because it’s undefinable, and it cannot be defined, because here God gave us only riddles."
Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via undergroundquotes)
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These are pretty slick.
Iconic Architecture Illustration by André Chiote
Portuguese illustrator André Chiote has approached architecture as iconic typologies - developing sets of images which aim to simultaneously outline the emblematic and distinctive characteristics of various buildings.
We love seeing our friends at LACMA on this graphic designer’s shout out to the great and iconic institutions of the world!
Very cool!
"My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression."
Philip K. Dick; ”Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” (via ahabhadhiswhale)
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"When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world — profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence."
Ingmar Bergman (via petrichour)
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