cigerettes:

Nymphomaniac: Volume I

cigerettes:

Nymphomaniac: Volume I

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cactuseeds:

Kill Bill: Vol. 2
2004
Directed by Quentin Tarantino

cactuseeds:

Kill Bill: Vol. 2

2004

Directed by Quentin Tarantino

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pauljuno:

Hessite

pauljuno:

Hessite

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creepy-fae:

also im drawing some androgynous flower heads who i love

creepy-fae:

also im drawing some androgynous flower heads who i love

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"I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love."

— Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via timid)

This

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at the wake i ate three baby carrots that I pre-dipped in ranch, two little sandwiches, and drank a french vanilla coffee. there was a little chandelier in the bathroom stall above the toilet. I liked the velvet olive green cushion. the tile lining the walls was reflective and reminded me of fish scales, CDs, bubbles, and oil spills. I loved the tile. my paw picked such a nice funeral home.

"Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready."

— Nayyirah Waheed  (via thunderpopcola)

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day 1 of 2: paw’s wake. 
today I learned that his middle name is Clark. I always knew he was superman. these were wildflowers growing outside of the funeral home. they were so beautiful in the afternoon sun. I can’t force myself to use past tense yet, when talking about him. it took me all night to walk up to him. I cried hard because I expected him to get up. his shirt was an olive green button down with a pocket over his heart. he wore a sort of gold (not shiny tacky gold) Chevron hat. he always wears a Chevron hat. he’s worked there for so long. he wore blue jeans. in the pocket was the cross that he carried at his best friends funeral when he was seventeen. he had a nicely combed mustache. a slight smile. it hurts. I love you.

day 1 of 2: paw’s wake.
today I learned that his middle name is Clark. I always knew he was superman. these were wildflowers growing outside of the funeral home. they were so beautiful in the afternoon sun. I can’t force myself to use past tense yet, when talking about him. it took me all night to walk up to him. I cried hard because I expected him to get up. his shirt was an olive green button down with a pocket over his heart. he wore a sort of gold (not shiny tacky gold) Chevron hat. he always wears a Chevron hat. he’s worked there for so long. he wore blue jeans. in the pocket was the cross that he carried at his best friends funeral when he was seventeen. he had a nicely combed mustache. a slight smile. it hurts. I love you.