He put a dark place in me and I can’t forgive him for that. But it is part of me now and how can I regret what I am—though it often makes me sad.
Valerie Martin
I will carry this memory as carefully as if it were a bowl filled with fresh milk, and it will be an adequate sign. It will be enough for me.
Ingmar Bergman
Ismail Bahri
Blood Ink| photographic series 40x40 cm 2009in the artist’s words: the ink penetrates the pores in small doses, to form small mazes, suggesting a halo, swarming organic or celestial landscapes. Dissemination of ink suggests nightfall, constellation — making visible the gradual withering bodies, {the}feeling of impending drowsiness of the body
(via wonderlander)
Waiters in the Grand Hotel dining hall watching Sonja Henie ice skating, St Moritz [Switzerland] 1932, photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt