everyone’s favourite company of hero’s (songs from 1939-1945) (listen)
hello vonnie
noise dept.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
styofa doing anything
taylor price
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if i look back, i am lost
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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everyone’s favourite company of hero’s (songs from 1939-1945) (listen)
Creepy Creeps with Eerie Eyes… by Crowtesque on DeviantArt
moodboard: The Lord of the Rings
Renewed shall be blade that was broken; the crownless again shall be king.
Favorite films » Rope (1948), Alfred Hitchcock “I’ve always wished for more artistic talent. Well, murder can be an art, too. The power to kill can be just as satisfying as the power to create.”
band of brothers ➤ characters with less screen time
(for anon)
Kurt Cobain, 1989
Jean-Pierre Léaud, Cannes, 1959
Barbara Stanwyck, magazine cover photo, 1943
Winona Ryder in Night on Earth (dir. Jim Jarmusch, 1991)
tonight is the night of nights.
CRYSTLBLASTT5
Robert Capa photographs of a crowd gathered in front of Pierre Cloarec’s bicycle shop to watch the 1939 edition of the Tour de France which the owner was competing in. Photo was found on Magnum Photos.
Robert Capa Tour de France (1939)
Billy Wilder lighting his cigar, photomontage by David Hockney, 1982 (via)
How I wish I could find a good copy of Hockey’s Cameraworks for less than $100…
Jessica Chastain for Telegraph Magazine 2011
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe (via hcathledger)