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Can we only love
Something created in our own imaginations?
Are we all in fact unloving and unlovable?
Then one is alone, and if one is alone
Then lover and beloved are equally unreal
And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams. — T.S. Eliot, from The Cocktail Party (via frenchtwist)
Something created in our own imaginations?
Are we all in fact unloving and unlovable?
Then one is alone, and if one is alone
Then lover and beloved are equally unreal
And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams. — T.S. Eliot, from The Cocktail Party (via frenchtwist)
Woman in the Dunes (Suna no onna) by Hiroshi Teshigahara, 1964
Life is not, and death is a dream. Suffering has invented them both as self-justification. Man alone is torn between an unreality and an illusion.
— E.M. Cioran, Tears and Saints (via frenchtwist)
I Dreamed I Took a Bull By the Horns in My Maidenform Bra
New Variette Bra by Maidenform
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Robert Frank
U.S. 285, New Mexico, 1956
Gelatin silver print
[From the Metropolitan Museum of Art]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyykx9mVjj1qzhl9eo1_500.jpg)
U.S. 285, New Mexico, 1956
Gelatin silver print
[From the Metropolitan Museum of Art]
There is at least one spot in every dream at which it is unplumbable - a navel, as it were, that is its point of contact with the unknown.
— Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams (via frenchtwist)
Portrait of My Sister Marie by Jindřich Štyrský, 1941
