Lashes heavily lidded with distorted cognitions.

Upon your steed my boy, we shall jump upon our horses and pillage the land. Strip it bare of it’s people, of it’s riches.
Come now my boy, for the sun is rising and our men weary.
The time to drink and be merry will shine it’s light down onto us again,
So rise to your horses my men,
We will ride out into the horizon, leave blood in our wake.

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Sóley - We Will Put Her In Two Graves.

Y.

“And you know, the fact is, nobody knew that they were prosthetic legs. They were the star of the show - these wooden boots peeking out from under this raffia dress - but in fact, they were actually legs made for me.” Aimee Mullins, on her look in the Alexander McQueen S/S 1999 show.

“And you know, the fact is, nobody knew that they were prosthetic legs. They were the star of the show - these wooden boots peeking out from under this raffia dress - but in fact, they were actually legs made for me.”

Aimee Mullins, on her look in the Alexander McQueen S/S 1999 show.

(Source: witchesandslippersandhoods, via visualamor)

“Woe unto those who do not believe in the unbelievable sweetness of sex and love.”

—On the Road by Jack Kerouac

(Source: thechocolatebrigade)

“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”

—Oscar Wilde

(Source: inferus, via fromtheweirdtotheinsane)

Slint - Darlene. 

“

this head like a saucer
decorated with everything
as lip to lip we hang
in mechanical joy;
my hands blaze with arias
but I think of books
on anatomy,
and I fall from you
as nations burn in anger …

to recover from most pitiful error
and rebuild, this is it
loss and mending
until they take us in.

the glory of a Saturday afternoon
like biting into an old peach
and you walk across the room
heavy with everything
except my love.

”

—Bukowski ♥

(Source: lunizethee)

“All they want to talk about is how much drugs Kurt and I did. That is not all we did. We had a life. We ate breakfast. We ate lunch. We ate dinner. We rented movies, and ate ice cream. We would read out loud to each other almost every night, and we prayed every night. We had some fucking dignity.”

—Courtney Love

(Source: beenason, via moonandmooon)

“Daddy, I saw a man today.
With eyes as black as yours, were.
His coat, knotted and fur, was the dyed dark brown of your hair.
Did I stare, did I stare, did I stare.
He crooked his neck to gaze down upon my being, he peered into my soul.
His voice was liquid melody,
the droplets foamed and oozed down his chin.
A faceless mask of no expression, though, he bore.
Looming, over me, was his presence.
Did I stare, did I stare, did I stare?
As his thought box sunk a level of height to my own,
he curled his mouth, to tongue at glistening teeth,
And then, he ate me.”

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