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@ramohna
Sid vicious' poem to nancy
your-rocket-queen-oh-yeah:
You were my little baby girl,
And I shared all your fears.
Such joy to hold you in my arms
and kiss away your tears.
But now you’re gone, there’s only pain
and nothing I can do.
And I don’t want to live this life,
If I can’t live for you.
To my beautiful baby girl.
Our love will never die.
🐷❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Self-portrait, 1955
© Photo by Vivian Maier
the great lost street art photographer
versace-visions.tumblr.com
Dance with devil. Olympus om10. Color print 100/400.
Decidí aprender a hacerme yo la maleta para poder seguir. Hoy llore, se me habrá metido un poco de arena, eso no es para mi. Olympus om10. Color print 100/400.
Look out my dismal backyard. Olympus om10. Color print 100/400
Quien nada espera, se sorprende; quien mucho espera, se decepciona.
(via escapealvacio)
Quiierooo que se mueran todooooos
❤️ Olympus om 10 Ultramax 400
Tired eyes. Tired heart.
Hogar. Olympus om10. Kodak ultramax 400.
Y eramos fantasmas jugando a ganar, pero mas a perder. Kodak ultramax 400 Olympus OM10
Ser la flor que se da solo con pasion...
Yo creo en mi y en mi manera de decir, lo que pienso.
Yo creo en mi y en mi manera de sentir, lo que siento.
Yo creo en mi y en mi manera de pensar, lo que digo.
Me saben los oidos a lo dulce de lo eterno, me sabe la boquita al sentimiento de cantar el dolor ajeno.