where recipe calls for apricots try fog

iraffiruse:

The potatoes have escaped

(via ultragemuese)

The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (via prokofiev)
kyarychan:

[8:31 PM] My outfit today. The theme is “a lady doctor who has various relationships with her patients”

kyarychan:

[8:31 PM] My outfit today. The theme is “a lady doctor who has various relationships with her patients”

/ Posted on Aug 29 2014 at 6:19pm via meou with 462 notes / comments

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It is possible that I have explored more terrible and more questionable worlds of thought than anyone else, but simply because it is in my nature to love the silent backwater.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters  (via mirroir)

(via weisstonedimmaculate)

/ Posted on Aug 29 2014 at 6:17pm via no23 with 6,879 notes / comments
no23:

Noemie Aiko Sebayashi

no23:

Noemie Aiko Sebayashi

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puucci:

Travel Xitang with Du Juan photographed by Wing Shya, styling by Kanako B. Koga in Flair Italy April 2011.  

(via stormos)

Beautiful

Artist:

A.G. Cook

Album:

Beautiful - Single

Playcount:

507 plays

oxygal:

baby when you look at me, you know that i’ll be here forever

baby when i look at you, i know that we’ll be here together

conceitmagazine:

Conceit #11
Theorists’ cats tell all and Baudrillard’s debaucherous after-party.
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conceitmagazine:

Conceit #11

Theorists’ cats tell all and Baudrillard’s debaucherous after-party.

https://www.facebook.com/ConceitMagazine

…words fail us when we are faced with the infinite shades of the voice, which infinitely exceed meaning. It is not that our vocabulary is scanty and its deficiency should be remedied: faced with the voice, words structurally fail.

Mladen Dolar, A Voice and Nothing More (Short Circuits)  (via languagefetishist)

“What if the very idea of the Real as being different from symbolic fictions and imaginary formations is nothing other than the last big illusion or fiction?”

Alenka Zupancic

What is ultimately at stake here can be described as an effort to disentangle the two (Lacanian) triangles, which, once a field of vision is constituted, are always already superimposed. This disentanglement requires that we step beyond the mirror of representations where we see ourselves as constituted egos. This “transgression” is imperative if we are really to “possess” our knowledge (and be more than mere depositories of unsustained opinions), if we are to take responsibility for our experience from the very outset. In order to accomplish this task, the philosopher has to conduct [mental experiments] “inside” his understanding.

Alenka Zupančič (via thesaddestbitchinallofspectrum)

“Morning,” Maxine chirps in a descending third, sharping the second note maybe a little.

Thomas Pynchon, Bleeding Edge (via talesofpassingtime)

(via talesofpassingtime)

dreamsfordeadcats:

Stills from various lighting,costume, and camera tests for Cassandra Sechler’s film Wireboy.