daftpostpunk:

my dying words better be “im going ghost”



peppermintandpeonies:

Cozy socks & snowy Bean Boots


Fyodor Golan S/S 2015 at LFW

slimydad:

I love the sims because I love architecture, interior design, and playing god





themwasrottendays:

To what extent are we to take these songs as autobiography as opposed to social observations?
I think they’ll always be autobiography, and when the day arrives where I can’t write in that sense or I’m drained, I’ll just step down, I won’t go on. There’s nothing worse, really, than the writer, the singer, who’s outlived their usefulness and who’ve really drained their diaries, as it were. Which I still haven’t done. There’s nothing more embarrassing and pointless and sad than that. So when I’ve drained the resources, I will step down, much to the relief, I’m sure, of the British public. -Morrissey, March 1985

primary-yellow:

HENRI MATISSE
FACE-MASK, 1948
PRIMARY YELLOW




Grease (USA, 1978)

(Source: in-love-with-movies)




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maliciousmelons:

They say whoever smelt it dealt it so technically this weed is yours officer




Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890)

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward.

(Source: unhistorical)