Hannah and 21. Although I fervantly believe that we are constructed out of the words we say and thoughts we share, whenever it comes to defining myself I am always at a complete and utter loss. I like to live in the past or in other people's present. I eat food slowly, and absorb the world in much the same way. Savouring it.

"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire."
Roland Barthes
lanciare:

untitled by Nghiem Long
seka-seka:

Hanging Glacier on Mount Ball by Scott McFadyen on Flickr.
endilletante:

“Villages d’Arabie heureuse” de Pascal Maréchaux, Ed. Chêne/Hachette, 1979.
Sanaa.
millionen:

dentro de um bonde (by stoïcisme)
aliiienns:

new winter jumper pattern!!!!

Bob Dylan and Suze Rotolo, 1963. Another shot from the Freewheelin Bob Dylan album cover shoot.
letters-to-nobody:

George Awde
People hate that i flip two cigarettes
Upside down in each pack
for luck,
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
Is annoying,
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
F.Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby ~ (via savarnas)

(via houseboat)

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