all i ever feel in this body of mine is varying levels of pain

Brassaï • Paris de Nuit (4 étages à louer) 1932

Quatre nuits d'un rêveur (Four Nights of a Dreamer) | Robert Bresson | 1971

Isabelle Weingarten, Jean-Maurice Monnoyer

The pain was the world. The mind could not find a place outside it. He could hear the pain, staticky, in his hand and wrist. He closed his eyes again, briefly. He could feel himself contained in the dark but also just beyond it, on the lighted outer surface, the other side, belonged to both, feeling both, being himself and seeing himself.

Cosmopolis, Don DeLillo, 2003

no bad lyrics in a nin song are actually bad. they are pure and beautiful

finally watched love in the afternoon and it was absolutely awful . just wanted to put that out there <3

Architects' studio, Szolnok planning department, 1975. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

Interior of the former Carmelite convent in Paris

French vintage postcard

Couple in the Ybl villa park, Budapest, 1975. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

i met sayaka murata

What's your discord?

i’m not going to post it, you can ask directly if you want !

i love damon edge

courtney love: the real story, poppy z. bright

"I listened to the music of her voice, which warmed me from head to foot, and made me desire to be young"

Gustave Doré (1832-1883) - The Succubus, 1855

Illustration from Honoré de Balzac's "Les Cent Contes drolatiques/Droll Stories"

do you have a discord?

yes..?