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Wings of Desire (1987) dir. Wim Wenders

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Rita Hayworth, 1941

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Johnny Depp in Ed Wood (1994)

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Punch-Drunk Love (2002) dir. Paul Thomas Anderson

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Rita Hayworth, 1944

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Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes

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I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski (via cigarettesafteraffection)

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My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

Charles Bukowski (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

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Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

Charles Bukowski, Women (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

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Photography: Mario Leko

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…golden October declined into sombre November And the apples were gathered and stored, and the land became brown sharp points of death in a waste of water and mud,

T. S. Eliot, from “Murder in the Cathedral” (via existential-celestial)

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Aurora and Cephalus (details) by François Boucher, 1769.

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