By Steven Meisel for Vogue Italia September 2014.

"I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need."


Akos Major

From Leisure Project

"The more that you remain aware of life’s finitude, the more you will cherish it, and the less likely you will be to fritter it away on distractions."

Oliver Burkeman, The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking (via whyallcaps)

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Du Juan by Cedric Buchet

"I remember my childhood as a long wish to be elsewhere."

Louise Glück, from Unpainted Door (via violentwavesofemotion)

"We don’t just need to be rescued from loving the wrong things. We need to be rescued from loving the right things in the wrong way."


Wonderful cinematic profile of Old Town Music Hall, an original silent film theater in El Segundo, California, from This Must Be The Place, who also gave us the spectacular This Is My Home


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"The spectrum between our wants and our needs is vast, suffused with desires we are not ready, or willing, or able to fully feel. Who is to judge what makes one relationship “real” and one “virtual,” “unreal”? At the end of the day, we all just want to matter to one another — to another human being — and we go about it in our own, wonderfully varied ways, our right to which is sacred."


Photographed by Boris Ovini for A Magazine

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"Things became dreams; dreams became things."

Louise Glück, from Time (via violentwavesofemotion)

"A few words were all I needed:
nourish, sustain, attack."

Louise Glück, from Memoir (via violentwavesofemotion)

"Sometimes it seems that all our words, even those for love,
are written in another language. And yet they still arrive,
distant, full of their own silences which may be what
allows us to invent another story, what saves us. What is
the word for the kind of love the woman shows now?
A word that contains the whole story the way her lamp
contains her room,"

Richard Jackson, from “The Whole Story,” Resonance: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)

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