action is the enemy of thought.

les-sources-du-nil:

Joseph Hall

From the series ‘Death and the Lady’, 1906

Published in The Journal of the Folk Song Society

regardintemporel:

Françoise Janicot - Encoconnage, 1972

greeneyes55:

Cirque Medrano

Photo: René Jacques

foxesinbreeches:

Stupid Woman by Ewa Partum, 1981

foxesinbreeches:

Dear Deerboy on the Farm by Kysha Townsand

feebrile:

Féebrile by Eric Keller

gacougnol:

room42:

Nastassja Kinski in Maria’s Lovers (Andrey Konchalovskiy, 1984)

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

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