I already know the way it ends

haruki murakami, norwegian wood

This is the last stop

- written on a cellar wall in Germany during the holocaust

E.C.R. Lorac, Checkmate to Murder

christian lacroix ss06

Francesco Levy, The Constellations of Summer

Seize the day, Banksy

[text ID: Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]

There are people who can take off nine masks and you will still be looking at the tenth. – Michael Lipsey

— Unknown

>A sheep died in a bog. The top of the sheep’s back was not submerged and rotted away. The submerged parts remained perfectly preserved.

Smena 8M, Lomochrome Metropolis

1938

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Steven Siegel