John Pfahl - Smoke Series (1988-99)
"In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement."
- Aldous Huxley (via petrichour)
(Source: withveritaserum, via mamalovebone)
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson
That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
Pulp Fiction (1994)
What do you see (1&3), 2013