It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.

Spike Jonze ( Her )
oystermag:

Interview: Thierry Noir — The Berlin Wall painter on his work, the challenges of street art and painting on the moon. 
old-school-fools:

Debbie Harry in New York City, 1977
art-documents:

Oscar Niemeyer
Moebius

El verdadero amor es nada que quitar y nada que agregar

Alejandro Jodorowsky 
La Danza de la Realidad
This man is extremely contagious… his dedication at the age 85 ceases to amaze me.
lydia anne mccarthy