et cætera
Under the Chasm of borrowed time :
La fébrilité des images tourmentées.
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

— W. S. Merwin, “Separation” 

(Source: proustitute)

mpdrolet:

A chauffeur unpacks a picnic hamper from a Rolls Royce, against the New York skyline, c. 1952
Slim Aarons
tamagucci:

Sam Samore @ Capitain Petzel
You have no doubt guessed long since that the conquest of time and the escape from reality, or however else it may be that you choose to describe your longing, means simply the wish to be relieved of your so-called personality. That is the prison where you lie.
— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf 

(Source: zealotry)

nevver:

It wasn’t meant to end like this
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