Dead Of Night

"Between ideals and fact. Between the thought and the act. You sink without trace. Grow to hate your face. Will you sell all you own. To sit in a shadow by a throne. Will you run to me, run to me, run to me?" △ Disaster mostly sad poems/lyrics

[yesterdaysprint]

Searle’s Cats, Ronald Searle, 1968

[perrfectly]

[dappermouth]

It’s the strangest summer you can remember–the pool shed is haunted, the nights stretch forever.

[22ackermann]

CONTEMPLATIONS………..No.3

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[sicknare]

[sicknare]

[peterdonyc]

[randomsplashes]

[blastedheath]

Andy Warhol (American, 1928-1987), Knives, 1981. Color polaroid, 4.25 x 3.25 in.

[toska-heart]

“I want to fight, scratch it off, start again, because I start to see and understand.”

— Claude Monet, “Letter to Frédéric Bazille,” 1864 (via wordsnquotes)

[roobaloo]

[vaticanrust]

The Sisters of Mercy at Royal Albert Hall, 1985.

[cordycepsspore]

[amandesbleus]

NICK

[underafuneralmoon666]

Omg

[zzzze]

Robert Mapplethorpe ANEMONE , 1982 Gelatin silver print