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lukewarmtoaster:

Gothic American

Thank you whoever created this

supermoclel:

are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares 

(via mentalalchemy)

rudygodinez:

Lygia Clark, The I and the You: Clothing/Body/Clothing, (1967)
“A proposal made for a couple in which both the man and the woman wear plastic boiler suits. Each boiler suit contains a lining made up of different materials (plastic bag with water, vegetable spume, rubber, etc.) which gives the man a feminine feel  and a masculine feel  for the woman. A hood, made of the same plastic, covers the eyes of the participants A rubber tube, like an umbilical cord connects the two boiler suits. When they touch each other, the participants find small openings in the suits (six zips), which give access to the inner lining. Translating them into the sensations felt by their partner. In this manner, the man finds himself in the woman and the woman finds herself in the man.”
 -Lygia Clark

Kinky, I like it

"

morning night and noon
the traffic moves through
and the murder and treachery
of friends and lovers
and all the people
move through you.

pain is the joy of knowing
the unkindest truth
that arrives without
warning.

life is being alone
death is being alone.

even the fools weep

morning night and noon.

"

- Charles Bukowski, Brainless Eyes (via depressionparty)

(Source: misplacedblues, via depressionparty)

depressionparty:

The Cure - Boys Don’t Cry

Fuck man

"In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know… a headstone if we’re lucky; if not, green grass."

- Charles Bukowski, Charles Bukowski Speaks Out (via depressionparty)

(Source: pocket-full-of-stones, via depressionparty)

"No-one can truly love me because this requires the precondition that a person knows who I am."

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via depressionparty)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via depressionparty)

aseaofquotes:

Pablo Neruda, “We Have Lost Even”

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

-

XVII, Mañana,Pablo Neruda

(via smokemysoul)

"Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life."

- Pablo Neruda (via quotes-shape-us)

churchvan:

if your boyfriend doesn’t worship your butt then he’s a lame and i’m very sorry you have to deal with that

(via itshightimeforlowmorale)

ancient-serpent:

Dated skulls, Romania - The skulls in the ossuary of the 15th century Neamt Monastery bear little texts stating the names and dates of the monks. Photo Mick Palarczyk.

This is awesome, I want this on my skull when I’m dead

(via mentalalchemy)

"He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?"

- (via paintdeath)

True

(Source: beautyinthebellejar, via liquorandpizza)