ruineshumaines:

L’heure bleue du Canut (by thedigitalfly - [ à l’ouest ] -)

black-wolves:

a cold new york (by mudpig)

sweethomestyle:

Hallway entrance and handmade postcards submitted by Claire

t h e g i r l i n t h e b u s (by neamoscou)

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. by Gilda Radner (via infinitives)
(via atomos)

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better. by Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via arreter)

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