supruntu:

Anton Corbijn

supruntu:

Anton Corbijn

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"

Now we, returning from the vaulted domes
Of our colossal sleep, come home to find
A tall metropolis of catacombs
Erected down the gangways of our mind.

Green alleys where we reveled have become
The infernal haunt of demon dangers;
Both seraph song and violins are dumb;
Each clock tick consecrates the death of strangers.

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun.

Still, stubbornly we try to crack the nut
In which the riddle of our race is shut.

"

— Sylvia Plath, “Doom of Exiles”  (via mirroir)

(Source: liquidnight)

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pocoparty:

La Tapada Limeña - Peru
The Tapada phenomenon symbolized freedom and independence of the women for three centuries (1560-1850). The cyclope eye allowed women to get in contact with the outside world, taunt, flirt, basically do whatever without staining their reputation. 

pocoparty:

La Tapada Limeña - Peru

The Tapada phenomenon symbolized freedom and independence of the women for three centuries (1560-1850). The cyclope eye allowed women to get in contact with the outside world, taunt, flirt, basically do whatever without staining their reputation. 

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fabforgottennobility:

 Demetra da Ercolano

shot by Mimmo Jodice

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snowce:

Hikari Kesho

snowce:

Hikari Kesho

(Source: orphanwork)

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apolloniasaintclair:

Apollonia Saintclair 469 - 20140324 Le réflexe de succion (The sucking reflex)

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"She (Medea) knows incantations and she culls dreadful plants with her enchanted sickle. She works hard to draw the struggling moon down from its path and to bury the horses of the sun in darkness. She reins back waters and brings rivers to a halt in their descent. She transports woods and rocks, as if alive, from their place. She wanders amid tombs, ungirt, her hair in disarray, and gathers the pick of the bones from warm pyres. She places binding spells on people from afar, molds dolls out of wax, and pushes fine needles into their pathetic livers."

— Ovid heroides, 6: 83-93 (via charlottesarahscrivener)

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snowce:

John Coulthart, 'This mysterious apparition', The Angel of the Revolution, 5th edition, 1894

(Source: splattergut)

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