Reír para no llorar
  • {I saw an golden haired specter, an angel from days long past, whose face is burned in my frontal lobe, the last of my old time friends, until I see HER again}

  • {regions of light}

  • {regions of light}

  • {give me color & go away}

  • {vous n’avez pas un avenir putain}

  • YOU DON’T HAVE A FUCKIN FUTURE… NEITHER DO I… NONE OF US DO.

  • bettertimes1:

    [Song of the Day #42: Lesley Gore - You Don’t Own Me c.1964]

    (via violentwavesofemotion)

  • Auguste Rodin, from a letter to Camille Claudel (via violentwavesofemotion)
  • "I can’t go on. I can’t go another day without seeing you. I love you furiously […]"