postmodern postmortem

nina (noun): aspiring actress, model, and writer. see also: infp; xvi. german; cameroonian. nyc raised; london bound. "And I shall be dumped where the weed decays — and the rest is rust and stardust."

[queenlaureate]

i like my hair on occasion

[newblogisjacindaelena]

  maria jardin

[allthehiddlethings]

[atlantum]

[ladywonderlands]

[fairyshire]

“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple”— JK Rowling

[marci1900]

[pixography]

Surreal Gallery

[bostonpoetryslam]

I cannot control who loves me or how they do. I control                                       my jaw its orchestra of bite and spit, if necessary its holding of a man’s bruised tongue— I chew.

Charleen McClure, “Can anyone live with Eartha Kitt?,” published in Muzzle (via agooduniverse)

[mjwatson]

reblog this and put your eye colour, hair colour, and height in the tags!

[jewist]

the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again

[nya-kin]

AFROPUNK music Festival 2015

[kingrudegyalchina]

I adore this

[jamesjoeboyleeeee-deactivated20]

Fucking love this.

[softwaring]

[newblogisjacindaelena]

The Palace of Fontainebleau by ondressingup

[vikander]

Chris Pratt photographed by Peggy Sirota for GQ Magazine

[deadpresidents]

A pissed off President of the United States saying what needs to be said after the shooting in Roseburg, Oregon on October 1, 2015.

[hashtagloveloses]

THIS IS THE OBAMA I VOTED FOR DRAG THEM

[aurelle]

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (via hogwartsguidetolife)

[foxesinbreeches]

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin  (via foxesinbreeches)