speakingparts:

“you didn’t hear it, the sound of something important disappearing forever”

Kokuhaku [Confessions] Tetsuya Nakashima, 2010

(Source: lunarmyths)

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Charles Bukowski (via litafficionado)
womeninthewindow:

Je vous salue, Marie (Jean-Luc Godard, 1985)

womeninthewindow:

Je vous salue, Marie (Jean-Luc Godard, 1985)

Life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of ‘parties’ with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship — but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

Sylvia Plath (via litafficionado)
Anna Karina in Le Petit Soldat (1963) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
(via litafficionado)

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via litafficionado)
facepalminmovies:

Bis ans Ende der Welt (Wim Wenders, 1991)

facepalminmovies:

Bis ans Ende der Welt (Wim Wenders, 1991)

facepalminmovies:

Indigène d’Eurasie (Sharunas Bartas, 2010)
Mafiya

facepalminmovies:

Indigène d’Eurasie (Sharunas Bartas, 2010)

Mafiya


Women of the IRA, Alex Bowle, Northern Ireland, 1977.

Women of the IRA, Alex Bowle, Northern Ireland, 1977.

(Source: stealcollective)