the unbearable lightness of being, odda magazine nᵒ7 autumn—winter ‘14

bienenkiste:

Ph. Annelise Phillips

bienenkiste:

Ph. Annelise Phillips

fichty:

furples:

Natalia Vodianova
Calvin Klein Spring 2003

how is she real

(via tsarines)


'I Am…Myself' photographed by Anton Zemlyanoy for Factice

'I Am…Myself' photographed by Anton Zemlyanoy for Factice

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sam rollinson by daniel jackson for helmut lang ss 14 campaign

sam rollinson by daniel jackson for helmut lang ss 14 campaign

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'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' Odda #7 ph. An Le

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quantum present, grey magazine nᵒ5 autumn—winter ‘11

quantum present, grey magazine nᵒ5 autumn—winter ‘11

The darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Sylvia Plath, “Three Women,” from The Collected Poems (via lifeinpoetry)
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via corpsicles)tes (via boscaresque)

(Source: courcel, via eversouthward)

aseaofquotes:

 E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

aseaofquotes:

 E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair