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Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?
by The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore by Tennessee Williams (via wanduring)

(Source: catharinethegreat, via vocal-chord)

hotasianbitch:

hugsized:

The top’s a sexy young girl bathing by candlelight.

The bottom’s the grudge, about to kill you.

i’m disgusted 

(via satansbuttcrack)

id rather be oblivious

(Source: Spotify)

nudely:

PAUL MARCUS FUOG

When I think about it, this couldn’t be more accurate

(Source: fleeten, via perception-is-your-reality)

art-and-fury:

What the Moon Saw - Stephen Mackey

(previous)
I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.
by Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via redwinerivers)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via doses-and-mimosas)

euo:

still from Ingrid Berthon-Moine’s short personal film using everyday household objects on ones body, other examples in the film include a cheese grater on the heel of her foot and a skin peeler on her nails.