Helmut Newton. Château d’Aunoy, 1978.

Helmut Newton. Château d’Aunoy, 1978.

(Source: theyroaredvintage)

inkandsunflowers:

At 4 h p.m. yesterday, Laura died from a rare poisonous drop of rain that she swallowed while enjoying the storm on her balcony. Her death was slow and gradual. In her last hours, she had written a passage about her experience, which seems to have been a form of hallucination, paired with an extreme satiric mood. Her mother is speechless and in denial. The media are continually looking into the case, forming a spreading metaphor about the toxicity of the modern world depicted in poor Laura’s unusual death, trying to make it a memorable campaign against big corporations that have an effect on the environment. A neighbor of the family committed suicide after seeing this on TV.

On Wednesday Laura, a student from eleventh grade, met a tragic end. After escaping from Bulgarian in the middle of the class, she walked around the campus for about twenty minutes before coming back to building #7 where she suffered a sudden burst of tissue in her low chest and started bleeding severely. Apparently, she did not find this wrong or was unable to react because she did not make any sign to indicate to the people inside that something was the matter. She was just sitting there next to the column on the back of the building expecting eagerly her last breath. Her friend Silvia, upon questioning, said that Laura looked in a strange painful, yet blissful state before the time of these events. Others have been heard saying that ‘she was crazy, anyway’. The American College is currently in trouble finding a way to dedicate gardens in the school area to all of its dead students.

One of Laura’s ex-boyfriends killed her with a knife on her way home after school. The wound is in her left palm. There is a note next to her body with a personal, bitter remark and a broken piece of a key. Many have been noticed to be in good spirits after the accident. However, even in her death, Laura is seen as an annoying source of drama and sad and haunting thoughts for which she is blamed to be responsible. Three of Laura’s former close friends have gone missing. Her killer is not brought to trial and is gravely drunk.

Laura died in a train accident. Her ankles and wrists were twisted in the wreckage. The books she was reading and a small black-and-white photo which she used to mark her pages were preserved. Everyone is crying. Very much.

A girl of lost identity died from an unknown decease connected to degeneration of the brain, which, however, was not reflected in the girl’s activities while living. She was on a plane from Bulgaria to England when the death occurred. The woman who was sitting next to her told us that the girl said something to her about her body soon not going to be of any use to her, which the woman said was unfortunate ‘because she really wanted to stay here’. Too bad no one is interested in examining her or discovering who she was.

Laura was beaten to death by two young men on the street on the second day of May, at around midnight. The police state that the beaters have not stolen anything from her. One of them is arrested and refuses to talk. He was heard talking to his sister on the phone though. He told her that Laura annoyed them further after they had started abusing her by laughing in pain and repeating, ‘i can’t believe it, this is it, this is how it is going to happen, haha, i am dying, haha, it is May, haha, you are so sad’. ‘She was the most annoying bitch you ever saw, sis’, she was mocking us, that stupid slut, i did not want to kill her, you know’. In OTHER news.. [….]

on 25th December, 2o11 Laura was found dead by a little girl late in the evening near a street corner in the snow. the music player of her phone was still on. nobody has reported to know why she was in the center of town at that exact time. her eyes were darker than usual, and her lips were blue. we inform you now as we had simply forgotten to do so earlier. good night.


magic realism :-) ti si frida kahlo
v subota si probih diasnata dlan po nevnimanie

Sleepy Sun - Duet with the Northern Sky

erosboros:

Wisteria Tunnel is an impressive flower walkway located in Kawachi Fuji Garden in Kitakyushu, Southern Japan (four-hour bus ride from Tokyo).

Nina Simone - Ain’t Got No / I Got Life 1968

“Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Lewis Caroll, Alice in Wonderland (via resonantfrequencies)

Ask me how do I feel
Ask me now that we’re cosy and clinging
Well sir, all I can say, is if I were a bell I’d be ringing!

From the moment we kissed tonight
That’s the way I’ve just gotta behave
Boy, if I were a lamp I’d light
And If I were a banner I’d wave!

Ask me how do I feel, little me with my quiet upbringing
Well sir, all I can say is if gate I’d be swinging!
And if I were a watch I’d start popping my springs!
Or if I were a bell I’d go ding dong, ding dong ding!

Ask me how do I feel from this chemistry lesson I’m learning.

SKY (spoken) Uh, chemistry?
SARAH (spoken) Yes, chemistry!

Well sir, all I can say is if I were a bridge I’d be burning!

Yes, I knew my moral would crack
From the wonderful way that you looked!
Boy, if I were a duck I’d quack!
Or if I were a goose I’d be cooked!

Ask me how do I feel, ask me now that we’re fondly caressing
Well, if I were a salad I know I’d be splashing my dressing
Ask me how to describe this whole beautiful thing
Well, if I were a bell I’d go ding dong, ding dong ding!

о-о-о да-а-а истина ли е това-а пред взора ми сега-а-а

о-о-о да-а-а истина ли е това-а пред взора ми сега-а-а

(Source: inkandsunflowers)

And I say:

It’s All RIght

“Виното никога не се тъпче от жени.

Защото се разваля.”

- един експерт по Фиеста ТВ