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the60sbazaar:

The gorgeous Claudia Cardinale 
❝ She was one of those languid women, made of dark honey, smooth and sweet, and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes- and all the while remain as still as the centre of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.

— Patrick Süskind, Perfume  (via odetofemininity)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)


The Birds (1963)

Figura Rítmica - Oscar Soles (1946) Mixta sobre lienzo
❝ It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

— Frances Ha, dir. Noah Baumbach (via devekusu)

the60sbazaar:

Hippie girls dancing (ph. Dennis Hopper, 1967)
❝ The wise will go upstairs,
undo buttons and hair,
fold themselves
within the covenant of flesh
and make love
wilder than any weather.

— Bob Hicok, closing lines to “Weather,” from The Legend of Light (The University of Wisconsin Press, 1995)

(Source: apoetreflects)

thatsbutterbaby:

PABLO PICASSO (Malaga 1881-1973 Mougins) Femme assise en tailleur: Geneviève Laporte. 1951.
❝ The moth in my stomach has been trying to crawl up my throat for days.

He thinks that you are light.
He thinks that you can save him.
He thinks that you will.

— Azra.T, “Icarus”  (via 5000letters)