The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

T.S. Eliot, “The Waste Land” (via isopn)

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Jessica Lange photographed by Antonio Lopez, Paris 1974.

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this is truly the work of the devil

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wow, so my whole world just got turned upside fucking down

Something about him reminded me of one of those figures from old-fashioned playing cards or the sort used by fortune-tellers, a print straight from the pages of an incunabulum: his presence was both funereal and incandescent, like a curse dressed in Sunday best.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via liquidnight)

one time i was directed to do this in a show and then a day later the director said to cut it because it looked like i was tickling balls. i have never made this gesture since because of that memory.

thanks for ruining everything, bro

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