These dead are supremely uninterested in the living: in those who took their lives; in witnesses—or in us. Why should they seek our gaze? What would they have to say to us? “We”—this “we” is everyone who has never experienced anything like what they went through—don’t understand. We don’t get it. We truly can’t imagine what it was like. We can’t imagine how dreadful, how terrifying war is—and how normal it becomes. Can’t understand, can’t imagine. That’s what every soldier, and every journalist and aid worker and independent observer who has put in time under fire and had the luck to elude the death that struck down others nearby, stubbornly feels. And they are right.
Susan Sontag, “Looking at War” from The New Yorker. (via batarde)

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I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

Ned Vizzini  (via dingyfeathers)

Basically

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antipahtico:

La Liberté ou La Mort (detail) ~ Jean Baptiste Regnault 1795

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malformalady:

Photo credit: Ezo Renier

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Photo credit: Ezo Renier



teenageiconophile:

*seduces the president so i can find out the truth about aliens*

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moviesincolor:

Philip Seymour Hoffman WeekThe Master, 2012Cinematography: Mihai Malaimare Jr.

moviesincolor:

Philip Seymour Hoffman Week
The Master, 2012
Cinematography: Mihai Malaimare Jr.

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chernova:

Me by Gavin Rea

chernova:

Me by Gavin Rea