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Yves Klein, 1957.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
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Fei Fei Sun, Rianne Van Rompaey & Anna Ewers in “Young Guns” for Vogue US, October 2014 
Photographed by: Jamie Hawkesworth

Light projections in Forest by Javier Riera

'hotel chelsea'. kristen mcmenamy by steven meisel for vogue italia, may 2011.
You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
 Steve Maraboli (via purplebuddhaproject)

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Pedro Calapez - Espaco entre #08 (2013)
Rick Owens ss 15

More Portraits by Noah Kalina

Zhanna Kadyrova

"A Simple Solution," featuring Meghan Collison, photographed by Corinne Day for Vogue Nippon (July 2008).
Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came human beings; they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate—for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself.
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