Nothingness

danseurs:

(by Kelsey Curtis)

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Luis Buñuel, Belle de Jour, 1967.

I don’t want to go out again until October at least.

It’s getting too hot fot real life and socializing

4:26 pm • 25 May 2012 • 2 notes

But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?

― Jack Kerouac (via nordlig)

11:48 pm • 23 May 2012 • 22 notes

nordlig:

em.ra

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