radioheas:

- “I’m sad.”
- “Well, everyone’s sad.”
Girl Interrupted (1999)

radioheas:

- “I’m sad.”

- “Well, everyone’s sad.”

Girl Interrupted (1999)

toastoat:

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

killerville:

kanjogirl:

Rinko Kikuchi in Assault Girls

she looks like a final fantasy character

jbbartram:

Everyone, meet Lunultrices polymitario (common name: Mooncream Stitchwing), Lunultrices polymitario, meet everyone.

A gigantic, crepuscular member of the order Lepidoptera, the Mooncream moth is usually sighted flittering heavily through the thick summer dusk, stopping to feed on night-blooming flowers and resting languorously on gnarled trees.

I found this specimen resting on a tree near my apartment last night and was thrilled to find this morning that it had spent the night, allowing me the chance to take considerably better photos of its impressive wings.

This Mooncream moth’s body is made from fur-pieces salvaged from the scraps bin at a fabric store, hot glue, wire and feathers. The wings are hand-embroidered and took approximately 30 episodes of the West Wing to complete (yes, I measure art-time by TV episodes, what of it?).

When I was taking these photos, I fooled a family walking by and some neighbours having breakfast on their porch into thinking it was real, which added to the joy of having finally finished the thing!

Bright Yellow Jacket
Fuck this T-shirt.


Fuck anyone who wears it.
Fuck Ann Demeulemeester.
Fuck self-appointed poetry police.
Fuck the immortalization of shitty, pointless, superficial soundbites.
Fuck projecting your own feelings of emptiness onto colours, people, or anything else.
Fuck your puffed-up sense of self-importance.
Fuck your precious goth sensibilities.
Fuck anyone who thinks the word fuck isn’t fucking poetic.
Fuck anyone who thinks my rain jacket isn’t, or I’m not for wearing it.
Fuck this fucking T-shirt.

Bright Yellow Jacket

Fuck this T-shirt.

Fuck anyone who wears it.
Fuck Ann Demeulemeester.
Fuck self-appointed poetry police.

Fuck the immortalization of shitty, pointless, superficial soundbites.

Fuck projecting your own feelings of emptiness onto colours, people, or anything else.

Fuck your puffed-up sense of self-importance.

Fuck your precious goth sensibilities.

Fuck anyone who thinks the word fuck isn’t fucking poetic.

Fuck anyone who thinks my rain jacket isn’t, or I’m not for wearing it.

Fuck this fucking T-shirt.

tastefullyoffensive:

Artist Telmo Pieper Repaints His Own Childhood Drawings

Previously: Everyday Objects Turned Into Creative Illustrations

heartstreetgirls:

£ BUY
Holo At Me Bag / Nasty Gal / £34.63

heartstreetgirls:

£ BUY

Holo At Me Bag / Nasty Gal / £34.63

your love must not depend on sad eyed boys. you can be in love with sunflower dresses and vegan lasagna and rice krispie treats and rain and skateboarding and fountains. then the sad eyed boys will come. eventually their fear will fade and they will come.
francesca lia block (via honeyneverspoils, bon-bon)
cashcats:

my love ain’t free

cashcats:

my love ain’t free