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“That period in your 20s where you’re necessarily having to separate yourself from a kind of romantic idea of yourself” — Noah Baumbach on “Frances Ha” (via 28cornelia)

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wild-cookies-party:

Party like the Libs

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audreyhornee:

Peter Doherty for The Kooples (2012)

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Dancer prepares for the Third International Ballet Competition in the famed Bolshoi Theater in Moscow, Russia

National Geographic | January 1978

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Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.

But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.

” — Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via yesyes)

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mangomamita:

also this is my favorite vine

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Arctic Monkeys @ the Brit Awards through the years

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