babu4ev

[kinghardy]

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[babeurrebabe]

forgot about little tumblr. ive been too busy taking close ups and saturating them

[babeurrebabe]

maybe we should drink banana juice and 69 (at Smooth Legs and Pretty Nails)

[mangogatherer]

Hazen Larsen Archer, Ruth Asawa at Black Mountain College, 1947

[babeurrebabe]

im numb

[babeurrebabe]

lol i pop

[babeurrebabe]

haircutt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

trick of the light!!! but maybe i will take the plunge ..

[babeurrebabe]

sniip?

[untrustyou]

Larry Clark

[wordsnquotes]

I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it’s so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

Dorothy Parker, Collected Stories (via wordsnquotes)

[dionyssos]

Frantisek Kupka , Czech ( 1871- 1957 ) two girl’s with a dog

[babeurrebabe]

zombie alien????

[babeurrebabe]

Where the fuck did Monday go?

“A rhetorical question posed repetitively throughout the song, Bowie addresses the passage of time, suggesting its fleeting quality. The lack of an answer gives the song a melancholy tone as Bowie mourns his own life.

Coincidentally Bowie died on the Sunday after the record was released, so he was not here to physically experience Monday. Instead it became a day of mourning for many of his fans.

One can also cross-reference this with Morrissey’s “Every Day Is Like Sunday,” with its steady insistence that:

Every day is like Sunday Every day is silent and grey

Both make use of the final day of the week’s Apocalyptic power; the image of a never-ending Sunday representing the end of youthful enjoyment, and ultimately, death.”

[spunkyboy1995]

never go out looking for happiness in the same place you lost it

[spunkyboy1995]

[spunkyboy1995]

Charleston B 2006 // Red Cheese

[babeurrebabe]

a good hairstyle for writing poetry

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Heath Ledger by Anthony Mandler for Flaunt #38, 2002