Dinner at Garbo’s
'Our life may be like a perfect film'
Telling someone something he does not understand is pointless, even if you add that he will not understand it. (That so often happens with someone you love). If you have a room which you do not want certain people to get into, put a lock on it for which they do not have the key. But there is no point in talking to them about it, unless of course you want them to admire the room from the outside!
The honourable thing to do is to put a lock on the door which will be noticed only by those who can open it, not by the rest.
Ludwig WittgensteinCulture and Value 

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Alana Zimmer by Max Farago for Purple issue #9
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Guernica - Picasso - Milan - 1953
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La soledad no es estar solo, es estar vacío.
Séneca (via poesianoerestu)

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Clémence Poésy - Pablo - Autumn/Winter 2014
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Noo…. I don’t have to talk with him to smoke his cigarettes.
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Every Time You Crossed 
“It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.” ― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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 OneRepublic  - 'Love Runs Out'

it awakes the worst singin’ & dancing instincts in me ;)

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ph. Agnieszka Chabros
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I am not always thinking sweetly of you. I am thinking angrily or indignantly or sulkily, quite often, but I am never not thinking of you. More often than not I am just worried about you, concerned and distressed about my baby lamb being tired or unhappy–and of course often it is with mad, mad passion and sometimes it is naughty, sometimes, only sometimes is it dirty or even sadistic. You are all over me, in sorrow or in joy, all of the time – Oh yes in drunkenness too, in conversation, in work, with every breath and heart-beat.
Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh 

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