1910-again:

Hermann Obrist, Fantasy Flower c.1896
Source.
euo:

“It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.”
A Clockwork Orange (1971) dir. Stanley Kubrick
paintgod:

Oliver Tate: Ask me how deep the ocean is.
Jordana Bevan: Shut up.
Oliver Tate: Come on, just ask me.
Jordana Bevan: Why?
Oliver Tate: ‘Cause I know the answer.
Jordana Bevan: Oh! Do you?
Oliver Tate: Yes, I do.
Jordana Bevan: How deep is the ocean?
Oliver Tate: I’m not gonna say.
Jordana Bevan: I’m brokenhearted.
Oliver Tate: The ocean is six miles deep.
Jordana Bevan: Good.
Submarine, 2010
artgods:

Egor Shapovalov
euo:

“Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape.”
Taxi Driver (1976) dir. Martin Scorsese

"What if, however, humans exceed animals in their capacity for violence precisely because they speak? As Hegel was already well aware, there is something violent in the very symbolisation of a thing, which equals its mortification. This violence operates at multiple levels. Language simplifies the designated thing, reducing it to a single feature. It dismembers the thing, destroying its organic unity, treating its parts and properties as autonomous. It inserts the thing into a field of meaning which is ultimately external to it. When we name gold “gold,” we violently extract a metal from its natural texture, investing into it our dreams of wealth, power, spiritual purity, and so on, which have nothing whatsoever to do with the immediate reality of gold."

Slavoj Žižek, Violence (via heteroglossia)
horrornerdgirl:

poster for the hit gay porn film, reservoir dogs
paradoxicalsentiments:

luxology:

Eyes Wide Shut, Stanley Kubrick

should really just marathon all of the kubrick movies I haven’t seen yet
shihlun:

A fire burns in the Bronx while local kids continue to play ball.

"It was as if I had to pass through an impenetrable gate all by myself. It was as if I was completely alone in the universe, as if my whole body was filled with loneliness and tears."

Lars von Trier (via searchingforthelion)
hauntedbystorytelling:

Ansel Adams :: Sand Fence, Keeler, California, 1948