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“That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.”

read that, again. (via tsuyuake)

“S-l-o-w-ness—it gave meaning to everything. It made everything royal.”

John Steinbeck (via likeafieldmouse)

jaded-mandarin:

Marten van Valckenborch the Elder. Detail from The Tower of Babel, 1595.
senselessromance:

Léa Seydoux, 
Une femme magnifique
drydockshop:

ON LIVING - WITH TASTE | David Hicks ©1968
niquesarace:

Egon Schiele

Don’t honour me with a monument
and song!
Of all the sad songs,
I prefer my mother’s sadness.

Do not pay your last respects
with laurel and a royal display!
Of all the tender wreaths
I prefer my mother’s palm!

Don’t glorify me by giving my name to a city square
or a street and public garden!
I’d rather a grapevine be planted
in my name
and grow into a vineyard and farm!

Do not preserve my memory
by giving a speech each year in my honour!
I’d rather a fine machine
pounding away in a factory
speak in my name!

Tell my mother-
tell her what you plant in my name,
tell the factory’s machine,
that I loved life, from the bottom of my heart,
and therefore took my final breaths
at peace and happy….

Samih Al Qasim, He Whispered Before He Took His Final Breaths

(Translated from Arabic by Nazih Kassis)

Samih Al Qasim, a Palestinian Druze poet, passed away today after battling cancer for years.

(via globalwarmist)

the60sbazaar:

Paul McCartney 
art-centric:

Angel’s Flight, 1931, Millard Sheets (1907-1989)
philosophyandthearts:

Sammy Slabbinck - ‘Perception’
filmesss:

A Clockwork Orange - 1971