1. Sheesh… some nights, there’s just nothing on Tumblr…

    Sheesh… some nights, there’s just nothing on Tumblr…
    — me
  2. The more I focus on it, the more important the yella becomes. (Source: der-traumer, via chadwys)

    The more I focus on it, the more important the yella becomes.

    The more I focus on it, the more important the yella becomes.

    (Source: der-traumer, via chadwys)

  3. L`amour plus fort que la mort -by Axel Pahlavi (Source: narinpan, via nevercensoryourself)

    L`amour plus fort que la mort -by Axel Pahlavi

    L`amour plus fort que la mort -by Axel Pahlavi

    (Source: narinpan, via nevercensoryourself)

  4. Friday Yella Illustration by Urs Landis for French Vogue, 1970. (Source: sweetjanespopboutique, via hellskittencouture)

    Friday Yella
Illustration by Urs Landis for French Vogue, 1970.

    Friday Yella

    Illustration by Urs Landis for French Vogue, 1970.

    (Source: sweetjanespopboutique, via hellskittencouture)

  5. Edward John Poynter, Psyche in the Temple of Love, 1882, detail. (Source: c0ssette, via c0ssette)

    Edward John Poynter, Psyche in the Temple of Love, 1882, detail.

    Edward John Poynter, Psyche in the Temple of Love, 1882, detail.

    (Source: c0ssette, via c0ssette)

  6. 'Do you remember?’ he asked. ‘Remember what?’ I replied my eyes drowsy from our mishaps. ‘The first night… Surely you felt the fire too? We must have set a thousand cities alight that night and you can’t even remember.’ 'Baby, of course I remember. I’ve never felt so much guilt. You are my only sin. I think it was us ya know? The big bang. I think God’s hands trembled when he realised what he had done. I think that this is our present, and that was our past and somewhere in the future there is a writer at his desk typing away about how we ruined history for eternity that night, about how my bones shook when you said hello, and how your eyes could’ve put the stars to shame when I laughed. Oh darling, I remember.'

    'Do you remember?’ he asked. ‘Remember what?’ I replied my eyes drowsy from our mishaps. ‘The first night… Surely you felt the fire too? We must have set a thousand cities alight that night and you can’t even remember.’ 'Baby, of course I remember. I’ve never felt so much guilt. You are my only sin. I think it was us ya know? The big bang. I think God’s hands trembled when he realised what he had done. I think that this is our present, and that was our past and somewhere in the future there is a writer at his desk typing away about how we ruined history for eternity that night, about how my bones shook when you said hello, and how your eyes could’ve put the stars to shame when I laughed. Oh darling, I remember.'
    — Extract

    (Source: inkstainedfallacy, via sp1elraum)

  7. Beautiful dress (Source: pivoslyakova, via alyssa-catherine)

    Beautiful dress

    Beautiful dress

    (Source: pivoslyakova, via alyssa-catherine)

  8. William-Adolphe Bouguereau’s Pieta (detail) (Source: chorinea, via caravaggista)

    William-Adolphe Bouguereau’s Pieta (detail)

    William-Adolphe Bouguereau’s Pieta (detail)

    (Source: chorinea, via caravaggista)

  9. Heather Horton (Source: anitaleocadia, via nevercensoryourself)

    Heather Horton

    Heather Horton

    (Source: anitaleocadia, via nevercensoryourself)

  10. Eva Varveropoulou for Vogue.it (Source: bienenkiste, via mrmarquardt)

    Eva Varveropoulou for Vogue.it

    Eva Varveropoulou for Vogue.it

    (Source: bienenkiste, via mrmarquardt)

  11. nevver: Gone to pieces, Monica Piloni

    nevver:

    Gone to pieces, Monica Piloni

  12. Elif Biradli www.elifbiradli.com (Source: tumblropenarts)

    Elif Biradli
www.elifbiradli.com

    Elif Biradli

    www.elifbiradli.com

    (Source: tumblropenarts)

  13. Wolf Girls are the best… Untitled Acrylic on Canvas Diane Jacinto 2014 (reference photo: tristantre) Artist Name: Diane Jacinto Tumblr: dianejacintoart.tumblr.com (Source: tumblropenarts)

    Wolf Girls are the best…

UntitledAcrylic on CanvasDiane Jacinto2014
(reference photo: tristantre)
Artist Name: Diane Jacinto
Tumblr: dianejacintoart.tumblr.com

    Wolf Girls are the best…

    Untitled
    Acrylic on Canvas
    Diane Jacinto
    2014

    (reference photo: tristantre)

    Artist Name: Diane Jacinto

    Tumblr: dianejacintoart.tumblr.com

    (Source: tumblropenarts)

  14. Murky waters (Source: mpdrolet, via hellskittencouture)

    Murky waters

    Murky waters

    (Source: mpdrolet, via hellskittencouture)

  15. He is God in blue jeans. His wife, a saint. She’ll have his children. They’ll have his eyes, I have this moment between the jump and the ground. I know he is not mine. I am the thief, not the victim. My bed is an empty ring box, an unmade apology. When he leaves, I will write my vows in the tangled sheets. I will not yearn. I will not mourn. I’ll hate every man with his name.

    He is God
    in blue jeans. His wife,
    a saint. She’ll have his children.
    They’ll have his eyes,
    I have this moment
    between the jump and the ground.
    I know he is not mine.
    I am the thief, not the victim. My bed
    is an empty ring box, an unmade apology.
    When he leaves, I will write my vows
    in the tangled sheets.
    I will not yearn. I will not mourn.
    I’ll hate every man with his name.