current domestic issues.
existencialismos.
(pointless ranting)
(via schweizenhowsen)
“Nan Goldin is an example of an artist who works at the most intimate level: her life is her work and her work, her life. It is nearly impossible to discuss Goldin’s photographs without referring to their subjects by name, as though the people pictured were one’s own family and friends. It is this intimate and raw style for which Goldin has become internationally renowned. Her “snapshot”-esque images of her friends — drag queens, drug addicts, lovers and family — are intense, searing portraits that, together, make a document of Goldin’s life.”
nan rules.
(via julia-gobet)
otoquedemilanimais:
Fumamos, deitados na esteira virente das traseiras da nossa morada, vendo-nos no esfume de uma valsa, de pé pela rósea do Sol vespertino.
Amamos remotos, de corpos envoltos a suor. Emaranhado, olho-nos devagar para ver qual eu sou, e não nos distingo, não nos separo.
(Source : otoquedemilanimais)
My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?
—Fyodor Dostoevsky (via likeafieldmouse)
(Source : likeafieldmouse)
(Source : pushthemovement)
pa pa pa
— him
you promised me poems..
(Source : zui-glas, via mind-mischief)
that awkward moment..
.. when in the middle of a (kind of) very very casual conversation your friend says:
- “you’re really needing some sex aren’t ya?!”
what friends are for.
in the mood for love.
(Source : blindanduncensored)
(via somethinginspanish)
people empty me. I have to get away to refill.
—
bukowski
!
no círculo da sua acção, todo o verbo cria o que afirma.
—dogma da alta magia in verso de autografia, mario cesariny (via darvoltaaomundo)
(Source : darvoltaaomundo)
