gorimbaud:

keith “we never” richards biting on mick “had sex” jagger’s stomach. rock and roll is always a bit gay.

gorimbaud:

keith “we never” richards biting on mick “had sex” jagger’s stomach.
rock and roll is always a bit gay.

tohelenaandback:

Helena photographed by Lorenzo Agius, 2005

(via epilepsyblues)

(Source: sundownx2, via epilepsyblues)


3/10 Stephen Fry

3/10 Stephen Fry

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dialogues:

Heavenly Creatures

dialogues:

Heavenly Creatures

ratak-monodosico:

Jean-Marie Bottequin

ratak-monodosico:

Jean-Marie Bottequin

(Source: regardintemporel, via zeigarnik)

regardintemporel:

Do Dien Khanh - From ” Daily Life “, Nha Trang, Vietnam

regardintemporel:

Do Dien Khanh - From ” Daily Life “, Nha Trang, Vietnam

siggster:


Mariposa Venenosa
Untitled (1929), by Claude Cahun

siggster:

Mariposa Venenosa

Untitled (1929), by Claude Cahun

(via jellyfish-dance)

kana-shimi:

えんぜるになりたい 。 I want to be an angel
花になりたい 。   I want to be a flower

kana-shimi:

えんぜるになりたい 。 I want to be an angel

花になりたい 。   I want to be a flower

(Source: pakao, via yuugao)

adnaturam:

A NOISELESS, patient spider, I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself; Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.And you, O my Soul, where you stand, Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them; Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
- Walt Whitman

adnaturam:

A NOISELESS, patient spider, 
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; 
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, 
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself; 
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand, 
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space, 
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them; 
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold; 
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

- Walt Whitman

(via woodysblues)

epilepsyblues:

I love her so much that it hurts.

epilepsyblues:

I love her so much that it hurts.

(Source: virginikita)

regardintemporel:

Vasco Ascolini - Paris, Ivry-sur-seine, 1996

regardintemporel:

Vasco Ascolini - Paris, Ivry-sur-seine, 1996

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