I believe in yesterday.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.

“

—	De Profundis, Oscar Wilde (via birdonwing)

undr:

Cinc d’Oros, Barcelona, Spain. 1940s-1950s. by Francesc Catalá-Roca

Thanks to adanvc

aseaofquotes:

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

blue-voids:

Photography by Neil Folberg

Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight
also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.

“

—	Izumi Shikibu (via blue-voids)

blue-voids:

Akihito Takuma - Lines of Flight—To the Sahara, oil on canvas (2010)

blue-voids:

Henri Cartier Bresson

black-and-white:

black & white (by land[e]scape)

atavus:

Paintings by Xanthippe Tsalimi

Click for each title.

poboh:

Atelier de M. Picasso, ca 1940, Brassai.

laurabfernandez:

And the rain came to stay.

©2013laurabfernández

Frío en Marzo…. Eso es nuevo.

Somos nuestra memoria, somos ese quimérico museo de formas inconstantes, ese montón de espejos rotos.

“

—	Jorge Luis Borges, Cambridge.

printed-ink:

Federico García Lorca.

Canción Otoñal.