destinyisdream: “And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.” — Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night

destinyisdream: “And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.” — Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night

Aestheticbullshit: Summer

Sin City’s Cold And Empty

Soundsof71: The Runaways, 1976, By Tom Gold

Subhumanoidmeltdown: Photo From The Legendary 1968 Photo Shoot Of The Beatles

Miss-Ya: Akila Berjaoui

Emigrejukebox: John Cohen: Elm City Gym, New Haven, 1955 (Via)

Tackled: By Paolo Barretta

Pentauroi: Irving Penn, 12 Hands Of Miles Davis And His Trumpet

Quotemadness: “Everything Fell Apart In Me. How Are Things With You?” — Jack Kerouac

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Amused-Itself-To-Death

Amused-Itself-To-Death

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