Disappearing Ink

"This place has got no soul, kid"

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“ The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me. Oscar Wilde (via illegalnervoushabits)

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A lot of guys mess around with married women, but you’re the only one I know who robs a joint just to pay back the husband. Crazy.

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greatgatzby:

Phenomenal Women in Film
I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips. I’m a woman, Phenomenally. Phenomenal women, That’s me -Maya Angelou (x)

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I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

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Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945
This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.
He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:

“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.
“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.
“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”

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vintagegal:

Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)

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