Darren and the Machine

"I went to get you some soul food but got caught up at the strip club." Photos Ask Me

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Beware the Ides of March.

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speaking of the ides of march if anyone around henry kissinger wants to do some truly based shit go for it

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[infected]

Hermitage Museum, Saint Petersburg, Russia, photo by Pavel Behun

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Olive Sim - Another Man Mag

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The Impact of Aids on the Artistic Community

September 13, 1987

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only the hot girls still use Tumblr

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Torso Gaddi, Galleria degli Uffizi, Firenze

Adrianovero on Flickr.

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Isabella Rossellini, c.1990

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Virgin and Child with Angels (Detail), c.1620. By Bartolomeo Cavarozzi

[jamescullen]

https://www.trishaward.co.uk/journal/1

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Alexander McQueen.

ARCHIVE.pdf: Archive Fashion Scans, Articles & Content for the World

[1010ll]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CSWAo-HKpHv/ 

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[lunchboxpoems]

MOTHS

Adrift in the liberating, late light of August, delicate, frivolous, they make their way to my front porch and flutter near the glassed-in bulb, translucent as a thought suddenly wondered aloud, illumining the air that’s thick with honeysuckle and dusk. You and I are doing our best at conversation, keeping it light, steering clear of what we’d like to say. You leave, and the night becomes cluttered with moths, some tattered, their dumbly curious filaments startling against my cheek. How quickly, instinctively, I brush them away. Dazed, they cling to the outer darkness like pale reminders of ourselves. Others seem to want so desperately to get inside. Months later, I’ll find the woolens, snug in their resting places, full of missing pieces.

JENNIFER O’GRADY