NotADiaryGirl

Complicated, flawed, thoughtful, arty... love words and trees, ink and art... long solitary nights, coffee, empty streets, the sound of violin, street lights. I have esoteric tastes and a loft in my head filled with gardens and dungeons and broken gates. And dreams.

The right man will love all the things about you that the wrong man was intimidated by.

Unknown (via laurenstaud)

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She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility (via classicsreader)

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via flintshine)

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

Franz Kafka (via nymphetic-nausea)


You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. 

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You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. 

<3

giulia2789:

I still wonder where’s Milan Kundera’s Nobel Prize… #quote #literature #writer #milankundera

giulia2789:

I still wonder where’s Milan Kundera’s Nobel Prize… #quote #literature #writer #milankundera

Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact.

The History of Love, Nicole Krauss (via catlord)

I am tired of being called a shrieking harridan for pointing out inequalities so tangible and blatant that they are regularly codified into law. I am tired of being told to provide documentation of inequality in the comments sections of a website where a staff of smart women documents inequality as fast as our fingers can move. Like, you might as well write me a note on a banana peel demanding that I prove to you that bananas exist. I am tired of being asked to “cite sources” proving that sexism is real (that RAPE is real, even!), because there is no way to concisely cite decades and decades of rigorous academia. Allow me to point at the fucking library. We can’t cite “everything,” and our challengers know that. It’s an insulting diversionary tactic, it’s an attempt to drag us all backwards, and fuck it. Do your own research like the rest of the grown-ups.

Sexism Fatigue: When Seth MacFarlane Is a Complete Ass and You Don’t Even Notice (via brute-reason)

“…because there is no way to concisely cite decades and decades of rigorous academia. Allow me to point at the fucking library.”

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Sune Nährström
Old and Young (Sweden 1946)

Sune Nährström

Old and Young (Sweden 1946)

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Otto Wunderlich
Segovia, Spain. Roman Aquaduct (1920)

Otto Wunderlich

Segovia, Spain. Roman Aquaduct (1920)

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Cornell Capa
Bolshoi Ballet School,  Moscow, 1958

Cornell Capa

Bolshoi Ballet School,  Moscow, 1958

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Izis – Place Falguière, Paris, 1949

Izis – Place Falguière, Paris, 1949

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myodos:

I’ve been looking through and finding a bunch of photos that I havent posted anywhere yet from previous months of shooting. Some of them I didn’t take a liking to before but since then opinions change so I’m going to post some more of them along with the new stuff I’ve been working on. 

myodos:

I’ve been looking through and finding a bunch of photos that I havent posted anywhere yet from previous months of shooting. Some of them I didn’t take a liking to before but since then opinions change so I’m going to post some more of them along with the new stuff I’ve been working on.