alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."
alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."

alienmonsters:

films watched in 2014 - [2]: Paris, Texas (1984)

"Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared."

(via andreii-tarkovsky)

“And a soul
if it is to know itself
must look
into its own soul”
George Seferis, from section 4 “Argonauts” of “Mythistorema,” in Collected Poems of George Seferis (Princeton University Press, 1995)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

nokiabae:

"Post" photoshoot by Jean Baptiste Mondino
nokiabae:

"Post" photoshoot by Jean Baptiste Mondino

nokiabae:

"Post" photoshoot by Jean Baptiste Mondino

(via thefagartist)

“I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.”
— Charles Bukowski, from Selected Poems. (via thefagartist)

(via thefagartist)

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

unhistorical:

Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

(via thefagartist)

snowce:

Pablo Picasso, Harlequin’s Head, 1905


Scarlett Johansson photographed by Tzema Yeste for Marie Claire UK (2013)

Scarlett Johansson photographed by Tzema Yeste for Marie Claire UK (2013)

(via nockturn)


As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.

(via andreii-tarkovsky)