(Source: bunny-gal)
(Source: skeletons-from-the-closet)
there were people who did not exist at all (…) and others who existed rather too much. The barman, for instance. (…) he was rather too much the barman, manipulating his shaker, opening it, and tipping yellow froth into glasses with slightly superfluous precision: he was impersonating a barman. (…) ‘Perhaps it’s inevitable; perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all, or impersonating what one is.
The Age of Reason, Jean Paul Sartre (via mrmersault)
This weather has me wanting love more tangible; something I can hold, ‘cause it’s getting cold.
Bright Eyes (via thephoneticspelling)
Nov. 16, 2012. The mother of 10-month-old Palestinian girl, Hanen Tafesh, killed the day before in an Israeli air strike, is comforted by her husband and relatives as she mourns before her funeral in Gaza City. Marco Longari.
(Source: biology-fun)
A child cares for another at a refugee camp in Rwanda where people have come to escape the country’s civil war. 1994. © David Turnley
Sometimes I get this feeling that I don’t really want to do what I’m doing, I just want to drop everything and go to some fucked up part of the world and hold little babies and children and rock them in my arms and hold the hands of everyone else and tell them everything’s going to be okay. But I know that’s a romantic idea.
A Pakistani woman hurt in the roadside bombing of a security convoy carried her wounded children to the hospital in Quetta. The police said at least one person had been killed. Photography by; Arshad Butt
