ephemera.

Cannibal chest. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.

[irisannwest]

do you ever

do you ever just have

that one class

that one freaking class

that just depresses you when you think about it because

oh god you hate it so much

[vrixie]

The bourgeoisie

[smallpunkgirl]

constant headache // joyce manor

[clubriots-deactivated20140509]

[adrenaline]

via weheartit

[573p5]

[nevver]

Mulhollandwave, Andria Darius Pancrazi

[5oil]

[heavensghost]

[chrisriddellblog]

Kate Tempest.

[peninthewild-deactivated2025122]

[tommybruce]

[botan]

[this-war-we-called-love]

Distress Signal // Tiger’s Jaw

(my edit)

[boyvsworld]

[seanika]

[leaveful]

[babeimgonnaleaveu]

As Ferris and Sloane kiss in front of a stained-glass window, Cameron concentrates on George Seurat’s painting “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte”. Explaining the pointillist style — and moviemanking, teenage angst and adult insecurity — Hughes says, “I always thought this painting was sort of like making a movie, the pointillist style,” he says. “You don’t have any idea what you’ve made until you step back from it. … The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees. But the more he looks at, there’s nothing there. I think he fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there. That’s him”. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986) dir. John Hughes