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Finale at Miu Miu, F/W 2013

(Source: ejakulation)

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thedarlingchild:

céline autumn/winter ‘13, photo by lena c. emery.

(Source: opaqueglitter)

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Robert Pattinson: “If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.”

Brandon Hall: “The reason girls can’t find a good guy is because they look in the wrong places, go to a library. Guys at a party are just looking for the next girl to fuck.”

(Source: alelopezg)

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mothergardenfatherfield:

I needed this

(Source: see-what-eye-see)

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(Source: marcomonkey)

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By Chiara Lombardi

(Source: l-isan)

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"People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic."
— Diane Setterfield (via atomos)
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