snowintheussr:

The First Snow, Kazan, 1970, Vladimir Zotov

Believe with all of your heart that you will do what you were made to do.
- Orison Swett Marden 

(Source: emotional-algebra, via gentlethrills)


c86:

Annie Get Your Gun, 1950
wehadfacesthen:

Photo by Vivian Maier, New York City, 1950s
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
- Edvard Munch (via twelve-sunflowers)

(via sassysucculent)


What a fine day! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
- Anton Chekhov  (via consequent-inconsequence)

(Source: larmoyante, via eksplozja)


jose-ariel-cuevas:

Vladimir Nabokov: A man without a nationality.

Open window, Collioure; Henri Matisse.
aubreylstallard:

Matisse

bvghvb:

never seen such good things / devendra banhart

If we ever make sweet love again 

i’m sure that it will be quite disgusting