The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery. — Fred Alan Wolf (via missfolly)

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“Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.”
― Anaïs Nin
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This woman rather fascinates me, and I quite love that shirt. Is it really cheating when it’s that honest?

This woman rather fascinates me, and I quite love that shirt. Is it really cheating when it’s that honest?

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Those who are faithful only know the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via swellflow)

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Maybe it’s just how I was raised, but I hold fast to a belief that when you run across an image of Dolly Parton hanging out with the Village People, you reblog that shit.

Maybe it’s just how I was raised, but I hold fast to a belief that when you run across an image of Dolly Parton hanging out with the Village People, you reblog that shit.

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A Thoreau quote that I particularly like. I’m not a huge fan of his (don’t dislike him either) but I think he hit this one square.

A Thoreau quote that I particularly like. I’m not a huge fan of his (don’t dislike him either) but I think he hit this one square.

The quote is from the English philosopher, George Moore, 1873-1958. It’s currently one of my favorite quotes. It lets magic back in the world.

The quote is from the English philosopher, George Moore, 1873-1958. It’s currently one of my favorite quotes. It lets magic back in the world.

I love the honesty of this woman.

I love the honesty of this woman.

Poison Ivy.

The Cramps are THE band for the cultured decadent.

Jean Cocteau speakin’ true.

Jean Cocteau speakin’ true.

A quote from Charles Bukowski that really really seemed to fit this image.

A quote from Charles Bukowski that really really seemed to fit this image.

It’s amazing how true that is. I have a whole set of behavior for certain groups, individual people. I have close friends who would be shocked by how I lead my life, or even that I run this tumblr. I have other friends, possibly closer ones, who know far more of the truth. And then the secret inner society who get to know everything, almost.

It’s amazing how true that is. I have a whole set of behavior for certain groups, individual people. I have close friends who would be shocked by how I lead my life, or even that I run this tumblr. I have other friends, possibly closer ones, who know far more of the truth. And then the secret inner society who get to know everything, almost.

I can’t even tell you how attracted I am to Sarah Silverman. First of all, she’s beautiful. And secondly, she has that intangible something. Third, she’s funny as hell. And fourth… she has brains brains brains. All told…? Swoon.

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The star of Amelie, one of my all time favorite movies. She portrayed such a spirit of whimsy and magic. Very charming. I will always be in love with her. 
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Audrey Tautou

The star of Amelie, one of my all time favorite movies. She portrayed such a spirit of whimsy and magic. Very charming. I will always be in love with her.

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Audrey Tautou

I’ve a rather strong fascination for the cabarets of Berlin’s Weimar period, so I couldn’t help but reblog. 
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Annemarie Schwarzenbach by Marianne Breslauer.  Wikipedia: In 1930 she made contact with Erika Mann (daughter of Thomas Mann). She was fascinated by Erika’s charm and self-confidence. A relationship developed, which much to Annemarie’s disappointment did not last long (Erika had her eye on another woman: the actress Therese Giehse), although they always remained friends. Though still smarting from Erika’s rejection, from the following year she spent most of her time in Berlin. She found a soul-mate in Klaus, brother of Erika, and settled in with the Manns as an adoptive family. With Klaus she started experimenting with the use of drugs. She led a fast life in the bustling artistic city that was Berlin towards the close of the Weimar Republic. She lived in Charlottenburg, drove fast cars and threw herself into the Berlin night-life. “She lived dangerously. She drank too much. She never went to sleep before dawn”, recalled a friend. Her androgynous beauty fascinated and attracted both men and women.  She took several trips abroad with Klaus Mann, to Italy, France and Scandinavia, in 1932 and 1933. In 1933 also she travelled with the photographer Marianne Breslauer to Spain, to carry out a report on the Pyrenees. Marianne too was fascinated by Annemarie: “She was neither a man nor a woman,” she wrote, “but an angel, an archangel”.

I’ve a rather strong fascination for the cabarets of Berlin’s Weimar period, so I couldn’t help but reblog.

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Annemarie Schwarzenbach by Marianne Breslauer.  Wikipedia: In 1930 she made contact with Erika Mann (daughter of Thomas Mann). She was fascinated by Erika’s charm and self-confidence. A relationship developed, which much to Annemarie’s disappointment did not last long (Erika had her eye on another woman: the actress Therese Giehse), although they always remained friends. Though still smarting from Erika’s rejection, from the following year she spent most of her time in Berlin. She found a soul-mate in Klaus, brother of Erika, and settled in with the Manns as an adoptive family. With Klaus she started experimenting with the use of drugs. She led a fast life in the bustling artistic city that was Berlin towards the close of the Weimar Republic. She lived in Charlottenburg, drove fast cars and threw herself into the Berlin night-life. “She lived dangerously. She drank too much. She never went to sleep before dawn”, recalled a friend. Her androgynous beauty fascinated and attracted both men and women.  She took several trips abroad with Klaus Mann, to Italy, France and Scandinavia, in 1932 and 1933. In 1933 also she travelled with the photographer Marianne Breslauer to Spain, to carry out a report on the Pyrenees. Marianne too was fascinated by Annemarie: “She was neither a man nor a woman,” she wrote, “but an angel, an archangel”.