You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them. —Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via sarasarai)

Behind the scenes of The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson

'Paint it Black' ph. Rogov Sergey


Dress 20$

this is going to come as no surprise seeing as i’ve been practically non-existent, but leemillers will be on hiatus until further notice. thank you <3

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You need to understand this.

Although I have a lot of followers, I have a really good memory for people. If you sent me a sweet message, if you added a cool comment to one of my posts, or if you just reblog my stuff all the time, I probably remember your face/avatar/url and smile to myself every time I see you in my activity tab.

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AFTER THE CURTAIN —  A childhood behind the crumbling Iron Curtain. A mix for the final Soviet generation.



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The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone. —Joan Didion, Blue Nights  (via mother-iron)