Louis Faurer, New York, NY, 1947 (profile head in El window), Courtesy Deborah Bell Gallery
Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor

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Louis Faurer, New York, NY, 1947 (profile head in El window), Courtesy Deborah Bell Gallery
Lady Gaga por Inez & Vinoodh, fotos descartadas (2013).
View of a Tree at Sunset - William Fraser Garden - 1896 - via The Morgan
Untitled
Anton Lehmden (1929-2018)—The Golem Decaying [oil and tempera on canvas, 1984]
Water Serpents I, Gustav Klimt (1904). Österreichische Galerie Belvedere in the Belvedere Palace, Vienna.
Ludwig Deutsch - Guarding the Palace (1888)
The Moorish Chief, Eduard Charlemont, 1878
G R I S ‣ [6/?]
a montage of Witcher bugs and stupid things
fringe + screenshots of despair
Feelin Myself music video watch it now
OMG THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!
fringe + high-angle shots (1/2)
maybe the real g-spot was the friends we made along the way
alistair, who, raised at redcliffe until he was ten years old, rarely received a hug more than once a year, and got more attention from the dogs he slept with than the man who took him under his wing, or the servants he worked for.
alistair, who, at the...
The standard Ottoman hookblade has two parts, you see… The hook and the blade.
So in the end I’ll be what I will be No loyal friend Was ever there for me Now we say goodbye We say you didn’t try
These tears you cry Have come too late Take back the lies The hurt, the blame And you will weep When you face the end alone You are lost, you can never go home