I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.
- Katie Kacvinsky, First Comes Love (via unmaiden)

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This scene in Inglourious Bastards, this particular part, was so brilliantly written. The characters are playing a game where you sit in a circle and write a famous person’s name on a card, flip it over, pass the card to the person next to you and stick it to your head without looking. Then you ask everyone questions to figure out who it is. This man- a Nazi commander- asked “Am I American?” (no but..) “Have I visited America?” (yes) “Was my visit fruitious?” (no) “Did I go against my will?” (yes) “Am I from a place you’d call exotic?” (yes) “Am I from the jungle?” (yes) “Did I go by boat?” (yes) “And when I got there was I bound with chains and presented in front of a crowd?” (yes!) “Well then. I know who I am. An African slave. No? Oh then I’m King Kong.” — and in one instance the viewer realizes the metaphor which King Kong was to the African slave trade (a truly Tarantino way of inserting social awareness through dialogue spoken by social oppressors) as well as takes a moment of almost comic relief to a very strange middle ground since we see just how intelligent and foolproof this man is. This is good filmmaking. 
superseventies:

Debbie Harry
impressionistclouds:

Untitled (1982), Jean-Michel Basquiat

listening to frank zappa makes me cry out of happiness 


MODEL: CRISTA COBER  .  PHOTOGRAPHER: LAURENCE ELLIS  .  L’OFFICIEL OCTOBER 2014  
aubreylstallard:

Fernand Leger, Three Women, 1921
aubreylstallard:

Cecil Beaton, 1949
mfjr:

Keith Haring in front of his mural at at Collingwood College, Melbourne, Australia, 1984
at this time last year
i was a mess and i feel
like a mess again
- A messy haiku - jw (via jasfuckinq)

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