riley

Can’t talk rn dude, yearning.

[newgodpho]

[auteurstearoom]

“There’s an art to rehearsal. Never rehearse to the point where you wish you’d shot it. I always want to stop just before the moment becomes so actual that I wish I had a camera. I don’t want that to happen until take 3 or 4 of the day we’re shooting it. You always want to back off, you always want to leave potential. There’s a tremendous thrill for me in finding the spontaneous moment.” Michael Mann (pictured on the set of Miami Vice)

[trans]

Obsessed with this genre of images

[sidsinning]

Im luv her

[momosweetpeach]

Roaming

Going to be turning this into a series of paintings and then prints!

[exitwound]

i love stealing and i love smoking and i love wearing really big fucking jackets

[wnwnmemo]

[metamorphesque]

— Virginia Woolf, a diary entry

[luthienne]

Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; “A Penny for Your Thoughts”

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Where it Begins, Erica Jong 

[ID: The corruption begins with the mouth, / the tongue, the wanting. / The first poem in the world / is I want to eat.]

[stay-close]

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

— Anne Sexton, "Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters"

[remains-of-theday]

[primulaceas]

Eileen Myles, "Holes." I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014

[typodescript]

[text ID: In the month of December I couldn't get out of bed. I kept waking up at 6 P.M. and it was Christmas or New Year's and I had to start drinking & eating. end ID]

[ijaazat]

beach boys… city girls… mountain goats…

[guava-jarritos]

[meangirlnurse]

absolutely obsessed with this entertainment reporter getting roasted by one of the breaking bad actors. he just goes right for the throat 

[ryebreadgf]

i want to be a hollywood nepotism girl. i want pap pictures of me just carrying groceries and drinking soda looking mildly annoyed tagged as 'mood' by some girl on tumblr who calls herself the female patrick bateman

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“I am devoured by desire,”

— A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Roland Barthes