Some films are slices of life, mine are slices of cake.  Alfred Hitchcock  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Franz Kafka is Dead

He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.”
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)
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Wu-Tang x DEVO

Wu-Tang x DEVO

The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. Oscar Wilde (via inradiant)

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I’m right here I’m your star crossed lover
I lie here like a starless lover
I’ll die here as your phantom lover
I never learn, I never learn
Lykke Li, “I Never Learn” (via larmoyante)
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