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Lana Del Rey // Complex Magazine (2014)

lacriima:

indianfox:

favorite picture

beaut

dulldrops:

vipeur:

flirtay:

cute girls who turned ugly :O what even!

MY FAVOURITE THING EVER

 i love this pls

(Source: vilicity)

(Source: janemba)

(Source: alicecharlotteray)

gabbigolightly:

Nude With Revolver, 1989 by Helmut Newton

mfjr:

"close your eyes to see this painting" by Sebastian Bieniek

entrancia:

Monet - water lilies

I once swallowed a fish spine.
It should have choked me but it didn’t.
Slow things: lake water, thin ice,
a girl renamed Ophelia.

You should come over.

Quick things: a film reel turned splotchy,
black at the edges like cancer. Dog bones
carved deep like the path of a forest. My aunt
told me it was little red’s fault, with her teeth
and her tongue and her words.

I haven’t seen you in forever.
Come over around 10? We could
order from that diner you like.

I learn more about people from their
shadows. That diner, shots of expresso
in enormous coffee cups. Knees jolting together.
Through the window, the city, smeared. Funny,
how things get smaller when we want them to.


I miss your smell. Like the beach.
Mojitos. Coconut. Remember last summer?
I’ll call a cab, just, just come over. Please.

I smile like a dog baring its teeth.
Bee hives too. On the inside of my mouth.
They sting. I couldn’t kiss you if I tried.


Conversation, Circa July 2013, Yasmin Belkhyr,
(via wildflowerveins)

These photographs by Matt Bower evoke such a feeling of nostalgia in me. I look at them and feel like I know this place, like I’ve been there many times. Taking a photograph that makes you desperately long for something you’ve never known is a rare talent. 

(Source: love-england)

(Source: untrustyou)

(Source: thecharmingbadwolf)

I didn’t love you
I will never say that I did
Though I was infatuated with the way you made me feel
Filling me with a fire that burned my throat and removed the idea that limits existed
but something I will never understand
is why I didn’t deserve to know why
Why you never spoke to me again.
It’s things like these that remind me of the first time my sister left
I was barely 9 
So when you left
Without so much as a goodbye
You became another
stitch
in
the
quilt
of people who have found me unworthy of an explanation.
I was never in love with you
and now I will never have the chance to be.

(via dylinquent)

(Source: you1anna)

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