ϟ

"I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you."

▼

Jeffrey Eugenides (via ugh)

(Source: fleurishes, via ugh)

it’s been five months

just let it go already

I just really adore kissing

So much has been written about those few words at the end that Bob whispers into Charlottes’ ear. We can’t hear them. They seem meaningful for both of them. Coppola said she didn’t know. It wasn’t scripted. Advanced sound engineering has been used to produce a fuzzy enhancement. Harry Caul of The Conversation would be proud of it, but it’s entirely irrelevant. Those words weren’t for our ears. Coppola (1) didn’t write the dialog, (2) didn’t intentionally record the dialogue, and (3) was happy to release the movie that way, so we cannot hear. Why must we know? Do we need closure? This isn’t a closure kind of movie. We get all we need in simply knowing they share a moment private to them, and seeing that it contains something true before they part forever.
- Roger Ebert on Lost In Translation

solarsisterss:

A comic I made about how one time i was crying and it was really windy and my tears hit the man standing behind me on the face

oessa:

+68° 7’ 50.40”, -149° 29’ 2.76”

madeinthesixties:

Twiggy

helenadara:

technicolorcat:

David Bowie in Paris, 1977.

SERIOUSLY I’M NOT EVEN THAT BIG OF A FAN OF DAVID BOWIE BUT THIS PICTURE IS SO PERFECT

Holy crap look at the notes. Look at them!!! My baby

furples:

“The Couturettes” Vogue Italia Sept 2006 Supplement by Steven Meisel

KATE MOSS BACKSTAGE AT A PARIS FASHION PRESENTATION, 1991