I took this and it was a long time ago and we had to borrow a cigarette and neither of us knew how to really light it.

(Source: blahcyrk)

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I love not missing you.

(Source: veronica-fever)

mini-mags:

Once I was born as a fortune teller, in the ’20s or ’30s (I can’t remember which) and I could see into my future. In one I am married to a Turkish jeweler. In another I live in house in Arizona with a cactus garden in the front yard. In one life I break up with a man and have his baby in another country for an aunt to adopt. My favorite lives are the ones with twins, boy-girl fraternal twins - they always look different, biracial with cocoa skin and blond hair, or a mass of black curly hair and olive eyes. In a life I am jealous of is when I leave for an adventure without telling anyone and ride a motorcycle through southern Spain. In one interesting life my first husband cheats on me. Farther away, in one life my hair is dyed red and I am having coffee at a small place on Varick where the young waitress always knows what I will order. I am a translator, I speak 5 languages. I have a tattoo. I have great shoes that cost more than your rent. I am kidnapped and have to find my way back to Lahore with the help of a beautiful mute Pashtun. I am taller. I am rich, so rich, you make me rich, I tell him.

(Source: unlockedlips)

This is what I miss… not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. - Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood

I want to go to parties.

mini-mags:

I went to Paris with my dad when I was 14 years old. The last time I had been on a plane was when I was 6. I didn’t/don’t get along with my father, but I was still excited to go to France. My dad wanted me to pose in the middle of the street (no incoming traffic, it was a small crooked street) but I didn’t want to look like a tourist. My dad said “Don’t be a bitch” and I sulked into frame so he could take my picture. When we had the photograph developed he said I always make miserable faces.

[Photo: Ellen Rogers]

Pia Bramley

colettesaintyves: Decasia, Bill Morrison , 2002.

we still have dreams but they never mean anything; they are just our thoughts about what it would be like if things were different, recycled over and over again.

I want to listen to you talk the way Brassaï would have photographed us

081591:kiske:Nicci Keller photographer Tokyo A V G V S T

honestly, I thought we would look like this