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"Her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke."
- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via larmoyante)
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- hear noises
- pause music
- complete silence
- play music
- hear noises again
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when a hot person walks by and accidentally rubs against you
accurate
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this is probably gonna be all over the internet in five minutes (if it isn’t already) but still holy shit.
holy SHIT
me
WTF😱😱😱
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“I was in the winter of my life and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on and endless road to worth and my memories of them were the only thing that sustained me and my only real happy times…
I was a singer, not a very popular one; I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but a poor and unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over, and over again. Sparkling and broken, but I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is…
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why, but there’s no use in taking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be where ever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying, because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did. On the open road. We had nothing to loose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast, die young, be wild, and have fun. I believe in the country America used to be all the way from the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness of strangers and when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride. Who are you? Be in touch with all your darkest fantasies. Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have.
I am fucking crazy, but I am free.”
- Lana Del Rey
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Marilyn Monroe and Bert Stern during a photo shoot, 1962.
I think this might be my favorite picture of all time
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