ppaarraassaauurroolloopphhuuss:

Asia Argento by brucelabruce​.

ppaarraassaauurroolloopphhuuss:

Asia Argento by brucelabruce​.

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kirstenharkonen:

Stills from Anthony McCall’s Landscape for White Squares, 1972.

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It never gets better. The sum of life’s grand equation — life’s somber golden mean: It never gets better. Following this axiom won’t make your life any more satisfying. It never gets better. This, like all other knowledge, is worthless, inconsequential, and not really worth knowing. Death is the practical joke that life plays on thinking beings. Death is life’s demonstration of man’s metaphysical futility. Death’s been dying to hang out with you since the day you were born — it’s your companion in the End. Everything ends. And then entropy. There’ll be no peace, no solace, no closure in the meantime. It never gets better

Rock bottom.

Rock bottom.


vtownclass:

Kate Moss for Playboy. She even makes Playboy feel editorial.

vtownclass:

Kate Moss for Playboy. She even makes Playboy feel editorial.

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