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Photographer: Jácint Halász Make up: Viktória Kovács Style and hair: Simon Radván Model: Viktória
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Portugal. the Man - Modern Jesus
Don’t pray for us We don’t need no modern Jesus To roll with us The only rule we need is never Giving up The only faith we have is faith in us
On November 5, 1917, 100 years ago today, Wilfred Owen wrote a gorgeous love letter to fellow gay World War I poet Siegfried Sassoon. It continues to be one of my favorite love letters of all time.
Alia Shawkat by Maggie West.
I never consented to this body I’ve been charged with dragging until my death—
Nelly Arcan, from The Dress, Burqa of Skin (via lifeinpoetry)
if the heavens ever did speak she’s the last true mouthpiece every sunday’s getting more bleak a fresh poison each week
unrealitycw have a Super Gay version of take me to church
#i PROMISE its been too long since you’ve listened to this cover #i dont care if you listened to it five minutes ago its been too long
Temple of Asclepius, Rome
Study of a hare in winter -  Clarence Gagnon  1922
Canadian  1881-1942
sex line operator: oh yeah baby, i’m taking off my cloths. my clothe is coming off. me: hmm.. ok… sex line operator: yeah baby youre so hard, i can tell youre getting turned on me: i never said that. youre godmodding. im hanging up
Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?
Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via wordsnquotes)
Ol’ Dirty Bastard Shimmy Shimmy Ya Return To The 36 Chambers