Pissing everywhere is not very Chanel.

25, London, unpredictably predictable.

What becomes of words when they never find the eyes they were written for?
— Tyler Knott Gregson (via theheartsdelight)

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830 Plays

vulgie:

I Can’t Make You Love Me | Bon Iver

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We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
— Charles Bukowski (via vivaciousvicki)

(Source: cogito--ergosum, via thiskingdombythesea)

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
— E.E. Cummings (via girlinlondon)

(Source: larmoyante, via girlinlondon)

blackegypt:

Bauhaus : Art as Life
3 May - 12 August 2012
The Barbican Art Gallery
London

blackegypt:

Bauhaus : Art as Life

3 May - 12 August 2012

The Barbican Art Gallery

London

(via rememo)

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