"We Are The Weirdos, Mister."

greasemypalms: Sophie Sitbon // Paris Fashion Week 1990

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:38:34 -0400

greasemypalms:

Sophie Sitbon // Paris Fashion Week 1990

amethystdeceivers: “If you want a picture of the future,...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:33:00 -0400

amethystdeceivers:

“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.”1984 by George Orwell

"May the space between where I am and where I want to be inspire me."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:27:46 -0400

“May the space between where I am and where I want to be inspire me.”

- Tracee Ellis Ross. (via curvesincolor)

julianxberman: DON’T LET NOBODY PUSH YOU DOWN THEY ARE SO...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:31:05 -0400

julianxberman:

DON’T LET NOBODY PUSH YOU DOWN

THEY ARE SO GOOD DIDN’T EVEN NEED TO PRESS PLAY

yarrahs-life: Ugh… yes.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:22:18 -0400

yarrahs-life:

Ugh… yes.

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:16:32 -0400

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:11:24 -0400

zeroing: Archer

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 13:05:47 -0400

zeroing:

Archer

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:54:56 -0400

Shūji Terayamales gens de la famille Chien Dieu1975

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:49:23 -0400

Shūji Terayama
les gens de la famille Chien Dieu
1975

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:43:57 -0400

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:38:23 -0400

theblackstallion: this makes me happy

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:33:08 -0400

theblackstallion:

this makes me happy

Anders Hayward Photographed by Silvia Bergomi for REVS...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 17:27:37 -0400

Anders Hayward Photographed by Silvia Bergomi for REVS Magazine May 2013

boudoirepoque: Eartha Kitt on a bike ca. 1950s

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 16:22:28 -0400

boudoirepoque:

Eartha Kitt on a bike ca. 1950s

monstreux: by Leon Mark

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:16:42 -0400

monstreux:

by Leon Mark

"He was well-dressed and well-read and thought highly of himself, and somehow, some way, the Sun..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:11:09 -0400

“He was well-dressed and well-read and thought highly of himself, and somehow, some way, the Sun would willfully split, so that he may shine. He picked words, then he picked flowers, then picked words and, soon enough, there was a dissolve in the disparity. We were one in heart, two in mind and three in Spirit. He would crave me and, I, him. So, one night we built a cradle in the concave that seated directly above his top lip; danced along the lines along his eyes that were a consequence of having laughed too hard. The following morning, I woke up with a poem on my tongue.”

- The Expressionist. (via teffthedon)
wowow you are amazing!

Told myself I would start writing today, told myself I would do...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:53:41 -0400

Told myself I would start writing today, told myself I would do something today.

skt4ng: Damir Doma FW11 Backstage

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:05:43 -0400

skt4ng:

Damir Doma FW11 Backstage

"Be like the flower who even gives its fragrance to the hand that crushes it"

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:55:03 -0400

“Be like the flower
who even gives its fragrance
to the hand that crushes it””

- Imam Ali (a.s.)