[petersonreviews]

Lost Highway (1997), dir. by David Lynch

[jimmyconbae]

Goodfellas: Shades of Pink

[orwell]

Stella Lucia photographed by Harley Weir, Vogue Italia, August 2015

[ddzzaaii]

BUFFALO ‘66

VINCENT GALLO

[harder-than-you-think]

Debbie Harry by Julia Gorton, late 70’s.

[luciofulci-deactivated20200614]

Valley of the Dolls (1967)

dir. Mark Robson (x)

[jinx--removing]

2019 update. I feel like I know her, but

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

USA. New Jersey. 1983. Downtown Manhattan with World Trade Center towers, seen from ‘lover’s lane’ in New Jersey. By Thomas Hoepker.

[lifeinpoetry]

Once, I kissed someone and I’m afraid it ruined the world. I’ve learned it’s not what you do with the knife—it’s how you hold it after. But how do you hold something like that? Something that never stops baring its teeth; a voiceless dog, all bite, no bark.

Yasmin Belkhyr, from “Surah Al-Fatiha,” Bone Light (via lifeinpoetry)

[songs-about-leaving]

Elliott Smith - Let’s Get Lost

[chloesevigny1974]

No Time For Love

Chloë Sevigny 

[openlylesbian-deactivated201709]

persephone teaches you how to leave. she says,watch as I chew the youth of my body. watch me swallow the pomegranate seeds.

excerpt from september // h.y.k (via sekmets)

[colorful-detournement]

[ratpacknyc]

Adolescents & Youth of Today in front of CBGBs 1987

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

Haruki Murakami, from Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: Twenty-four Stories (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)   (via memoryslandscape)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

To me people with intuition are like wall-less rooms, like ballets, like abstract painting, like music. They are transparent, and you are never in danger of breaking your head against a brick wall. They can receive, feel directly. And when they get the wrong idea about something, they still aren’t afraid of getting it right.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thelovejournals]

I used to say I’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder.

Margaret Atwood, “Shapechangers in Winter”, Morning in the Burned House  (via thelovejournals)