Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led. Louis Kahan I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky. Ne t'arrête pas de respirer. Bits&bites. " Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.
" E.M.Cioran Hello & welcome to my little queerdome! If you like what you see, do visit : queerest of them all & turnofthecentury & oh! So 30s & Studio Manasse & Nazimova & belgradestreetart [not so] occasionally i check out nomoreheroes as well. Many of these images are from public domain but some of them are owned and © by the respective holders, so please do not remove original credit-artist/source information! These blogs are for academic & educational purposes only and generate no income and probably never will. ==D~~~~ "The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
" - Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014), Love in the Time of Cholera (Source: livefromthenypl, via starmaps) "And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling. " - Shanti (Source: travel-as-a-happy-hippie, via biblesandtea) ficklecycles: This isn't happiness.™ Dark Silence In Suburbia. Fortunis Licetus De Monstris Fortunio Liceti (1577-1657) was an Italian philosopher, doctor and scientist.
He studied medicine and philosophy at the University of Bologna before becoming a lecturer of logic at the University of Pisa and then a professor of philosophy at the University of Padua. Liceti was omnivorous in his interests writing books on mathematics, philosophy, astronomy, genetics and disease. He was friends with Galileo and the mathematician Bonaventura Cavalieri, who once remarked that Liceti was such a prodigious scholar that he produced a book a week.
It’s certainly true that Liceti did have a rather impressive output of scientific and philosophical texts during his life ranging on subjects as diverse as the immortality of the soul, gem stones and the causes of headaches (which he thought were the microcosmic equivalent of lightning). He was also the first to posit the idea that fetal disease could lead to abnormalities in children. Grayriver.tumblr. La Muse Verte. Sovietunions: one thing i never do is write a rough draft it’s all or nothing go big or go home (via romanvs) Here’s the scenario: two children, one white and one black, walk into an exhibition filled with portraits of white people.
Both children enjoy it. After the exhibition they make self-portraits out of food. (via escuelitaguazabara) I have always loved too much,or not enough. V. sirin. Nabokov hunting butterflies above Gstaad, summer 1971, “as a fat hairless old man in shorts” Hello followers, this is me, the creator, inserting myself Pale Fire-style, into the “narrative.”
Sorry that this tumblr has been fallow for so long. It’s okay if you’ve totally forgotten you’re even following. I should explain why this tumblr even exists. It began as a final project for a memoir class, so it sat in stasis while I waited for it to be graded, and I got distracted by final exams and papers and whatnot. Now the class is over, but this tumblr still exists. The above photo is one I found funny and in my original research. Narcolepsy. Reblololo. Reblololo.tumblr // in the instantly forgettable // Home / Message / Archive / Theme 357 notes 世界中歩いて印象的だったのは、「だらしなく歩くと繁華街に通じる」（中略）逆に、意志的に歩くと宗教施設とか聖なる場所にたどり着く。
（中谷礼仁） 「住宅都市整理公団」別棟 : どうかみなさん「炎上」恐れずフィールドワークを！ Things laid down. Dear ada. Varia. Musiques. Ne t'arrête pas de respirer. COULEURS. Gh2u. Arsvitaest. Tongue depressors. Vladimir Nabokov. (Fuck, Yeah.) A Writer's Ruminations. Awritersruminations: Hello everyone,My family and I are struggling right now.
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—Sarah Brown Weitzman, from “Looking Back" (via mitochondria) Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold. By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies. [...] Gillo Pontecorvo, La battaglia di Algeri  Alain Resnais, L’année dernière à Marienbad  Commercial posters, [1895-1917]
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