"You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

crystallizations:

Wild and Lethal Trash, Walter Van Beirendonck, Welcome Little Stranger, S/S 1997 photographed by Ronald Stoops.

ouijaboarding:

Sending a long meaningful message and getting a one word reply

image

becuzbacon:

NOT A SINGLE LIE

bromar:

*goes to england*

me: excuse me, what time is it?

brit: time wots that m8?

*big ben chimes*

everyone starts to count the bongs on their fingers*

brit: OI IT’S 7 BONG

earthworldling:

Kate Bush, Hammer Horror (1978)

commanderspock:

likeafieldmouse

Andrew Junge - Pandora’s Box (2005)

a-golden-lasso-of-my-own:

Marjane Satrapi, who is (in my humble opinion) a complete bad-ass.

fuckyeahthesupremes:

The Supremes, 1965

Bus Roots is a living garden planted on the roofs of city buses (NY). It’s an effort that rose out of New York City designer Marco Antonio Castro Cosio’s graduate thesis at the NYU

Lana Del Rey for Madame Figaro
Photograph by James White

Fei Fei Sun at Miu Miu Fall 2011

coltre:

Street art in Rome

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