You see, there is a gang of insomniacs, there is a sort of solidarity, right, like people who have the same illness. We understand each other right away, because we know that drama. The drama of insomnia is this: it’s that time doesn’t pass. You’re stretched out in the middle of the night and you are no longer in time. You’re not in eternity either. The time passes so slowly that it becomes agonizing. All of us, being alive, are drawn along by time because we are in time. When you lie awake like that, you are outside of time. So, time passes outside of you, you can’t catch up with it. E.M. Cioran, interviewed here. (via batarde)

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Alek Wek photographed by Raymond Meier for Harpers Bazaar, November 1998
Every girl wants a bad boy who will be good just for her. (via 7195km)

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Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via paintdeath)

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God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.

God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.

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