I must get this crack mended.

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signorelli-girl:

Joan Crawford in Pretty Ladies (1925)

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Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975)

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It seems to me that the totality of what is (the universe) swallows me (physically), and if it swallows me, or since it swallows me, I can’t distinguish myself from it; nothing remains, except this or that, which are less meaningful than this nothing. In a sense it is unbearable and I seem to be dying. It is at this cost, no doubt, that I am no longer myself, but an infinity in which I am lost…

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Chromatics’ Johnny Jewel. Photo by Vinna Laudico.

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