anneyhall:

The Village, 1947.
Photo by Saul Leiter

anneyhall:

The Village, 1947.

Photo by Saul Leiter

anneyhall:

Alexander Graham Bell and his wife Mabel in Nova Scotia,1898.
(via: natgeofound)

anneyhall:

Alexander Graham Bell and his wife Mabel in Nova Scotia,1898.

(via: natgeofound)

anneyhall:

Hurt, 1972.
Photo by Joseph Szabo

anneyhall:

Hurt, 1972.

Photo by Joseph Szabo

"Silence is so accurate."

— Mark Rothko (via kitty-en-classe)

(via kitty-en-classe)

"Don’t forget, Madame, that love is a perpetual juggling of three balls. Their names are heart, word and sex. How easily these three balls can be juggled, and how easily one of them can be dropped."

— Ingmar Bergman, A Woman of the World (via kitty-en-classe)

(via kitty-en-classe)

"Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does."

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via theburnthatkeepseverything)

(via lifeinpoetry)

amour.

amour.

(Source: liiiiiiike, via hotinthe123)

nevver:

Surface, Pino Leone

nevver:

Surface, Pino Leone

nevver:

Searching, Jeremy Miranda

nevver:

Searching, Jeremy Miranda

(Source: biblioklept.org)

Jimmy Dean.

Jimmy Dean.

(Source: jamesdeandaily, via jamesdeandaily)

nevver:

Gentleman by day
nevver:

What we’re reading
"Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands."

— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit (via kitty-en-classe)

(via kitty-en-classe)

"To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that."

— Ingmar Bergman, Face to Face: A Film (via kitty-en-classe)

(via kitty-en-classe)

"Exist with me. We’d do so beautifully."

— Alaska Gold. (via hereunoia)

(via kitty-en-classe)