oneinfiniteplaylist:

Léa Seydoux & Adèle Exarchopoulos by Mikael Jansson for Interview, November 2013

oneinfiniteplaylist:

Léa Seydoux & Adèle Exarchopoulos by Mikael Jansson for Interview, November 2013

東京!

東京!

"Democracy is a poor system of government at best; the only thing that can honestly be said in its favor is that it is eight times as good as any other method the human race has ever tried."
Stranger In A Strange Land, Robert A. Heinlein
"Smith felt distressed at the failure to respond in kind and interpreted it as failure on his own part. He realized miserably that, time after time, he brought agitation to these creatures when his purpose was to create oneness. He tried again, rearranging his sparse vocabulary to enfold the thought differently."
Stranger In A Strange Land
Cafe Falco, Montreal

Cafe Falco, Montreal

"I give you virtually everything I have. I give you all the best things I have, and while these things are things that I like, memories that I treasure, good or bad, like the pictures of my family on my walls, I can show them to you without diminishing them. I can afford to give you everything."
Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via bookmania)
I want you
Bob Dylan

childhood mornings with Blonde on Blonde

"But there, sitting at the servant’s dinner table with a tankard beside him and paper in front of him, sat a rather fat, rather shabby man, whose ruff was a thought dirty, and whose clothes were of hodden brown. He held a pen in his hand, but he was not writing. He seemed in the act of rolling some thought up and down, to and fro in his mind till it gathered shape or momentum to his liking. His eyes, globed and clouded like some green stone of curious texture, were fixed. He did not see Orlando. For all his hurry, Orlando stopped dead. Was this a poet? Was he writing poetry? ‘Tell me,’ he wanted to say, ‘everything in the whole world’ - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagent ideas about poets and poetry - but how to speak to a man who does not see you? who sees ogres, satyres, perhaps the depths of the sea instead?"
Orlando, Virginia Woolf