DE PROFUNDIS

Feigheit ist das Geschlecht unserer Zeit, unserer stolzlos kriechenden Gesellschaft.
Frei von Courage zur Selbstachtung, immerzu geduckt vor dem Urteil derjenigen, von welchen gehasst zu werden eine feierliche Errungenschaft sein sollte. Die eigenen Werte verraten für den Moment der Bequemlichkeit und des nichtigen Ansehens - Glückseligkeit für Blindheit!

—Selbst

You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.

—Benjamin Mee, in “We bought a zoo” (via the-regret-hat)

The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
The lost day, the lost light.
Why do I love what fades?

Mark Strand, opening strophe to “The Guardian,” from Darker: Poems (Atheneum, 1971)

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For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.

—Vladimir Nabokov, The Eye  (via funeralfaerie)

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Photographer unknown, 1950s

the one on the left hello

so hot im actually crying

Oh god, feeling weezy

why dont boys look like this anymore wtf

yes omg ^

why did we go from this to baggy pants and snap backs?

Photographer unknown, 1950s

the one on the left hello

so hot im actually crying

Oh god, feeling weezy

why dont boys look like this anymore wtf

yes omg ^

why did we go from this to baggy pants and snap backs?

(Source: aubade, via morgen-roede)

Studentin in Couleur - 1912