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I AM A HYPOCRITE, WHORE-STUD, SLUT, CUNT-COCK, ARTIFICIAL PIECE OF TWENTIETH CENTURY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT.
sleepinginmydreams:

I look inside myself and see all these conflicting emotions, my hopes and fears contrast so horribly, it’s like I’m tearing myself apart before I’ve even left my bed, and then I see my love for you, which is so pure, without shame or hesitation, fear or expectation, pain or self loathing, and however much I try to strangle or calm the feeling, it just keeps coming back, spreads out into every part of me, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Everything about you is so beautiful, I want endlessly to rub my fingers across your soft skin, hold your little body, kiss your slight lips. It’s like, when I talk to you, everything calms down, my thoughts slow, like they’ve found their home, and I realise how easy this all really is. There’s so much in you to learn, I could spend my lifetime just lay with you in bed and still feel as if I’ve seen all the beauty the world has to offer.

sleepinginmydreams:

I look inside myself and see all these conflicting emotions, my hopes and fears contrast so horribly, it’s like I’m tearing myself apart before I’ve even left my bed, and then I see my love for you, which is so pure, without shame or hesitation, fear or expectation, pain or self loathing, and however much I try to strangle or calm the feeling, it just keeps coming back, spreads out into every part of me, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Everything about you is so beautiful, I want endlessly to rub my fingers across your soft skin, hold your little body, kiss your slight lips. It’s like, when I talk to you, everything calms down, my thoughts slow, like they’ve found their home, and I realise how easy this all really is. There’s so much in you to learn, I could spend my lifetime just lay with you in bed and still feel as if I’ve seen all the beauty the world has to offer.

(Source: bookofmasks)

I danced frightening things. They were frightened of me and therefore thought that I wanted to kill them. I did not want to kill anyone. I loved everyone, but no one loved me, and therefore I became nervous.

— Vaslav Nijinsky, The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky (via disease)

(via 103050709-deactivated20130101)


Andrei’s father, Arseny Tarkovsky, Moscow (1937).

Andrei’s father, Arseny Tarkovsky, Moscow (1937).

(Source: forgottencityiram)

(Source: paulinerka)

fyeahpeterlorre:

Peter Lorre and Lotte Lenya in Spring’s Awakening.

fyeahpeterlorre:

Peter Lorre and Lotte Lenya in Spring’s Awakening.

getjailedjumpbail:

Syd Barrett - Terrapin

I really love you and I mean you
The star above you, crystal blue
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you

(via americanhighwayflower)

(Source: lejazzhot)

honey-rider:

Audrey Hepburn

honey-rider:

Audrey Hepburn

(Source: hollygohardly, via hoodoothatvoodoo)

(Source: communicants)

Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.

— Vladimir Nabokov  (via weaverofstars)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via gorimbaud)

nickdrake:

Brigitte Bardot
tornandfrayed:

Jean Cocteau & Édith Piaf, ca. 1940. Photo by Serge Lido.

tornandfrayed:

Jean Cocteau & Édith Piaf, ca. 1940. Photo by Serge Lido.