December 2010
1 post
August 2010
20 posts
Roots
Mathilda: I don’t wanna lose you, Leon. Léon: You’re not going to lose me. You’ve given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed, have roots. And you’ll never be alone again, Mathilda. Please, go now, baby, go. Calm down, go now, go.
Milk
Mathilda: Leon, I think I’m kinda falling in love with you. [Leon chokes on his milk] Mathilda: It’s the first time for me, you know? Léon: [wiping himself off] How do you know it’s love if you’ve never been in love before? Mathilda: ‘Cause I feel it. Léon: Where? Mathilda: [stoking her stomach] In my stomach. It’s all warm. I always had a knot there...
“Okay, the name, it came from my mom. She’s like a therapist and I said ‘I had a...”
– Courtney Love / Flipside / 1990 (via anorexicmagazines) (via missworld) (via tulletulle)
July 2010
2 posts
June 2010
20 posts
spiritualcramp:
rawgothinsurrection:
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zestrokes:
What Ever Happened? - The Strokes
...
“That’s people. We arrive, consume all we can and then leave. Like locusts.”
– Cassie Ainsworth, Skins (via gargouilles) (via living-ink)
except we don’t leave. we create illusions to mask depleting resources: we feed our food steroids and harmful fertilizers as well as mutate their DNA to make up for (conceal) the 30% decrease in arable land; we dig deeper wells to keep up...
““my ceiling the sky, my carpet the grass,
my music the lowing of herds as they...”
– — allen mccanless (cowboy poet), 1885
i know ive already posted this, but it is too good not to post again.
(via cosmic-dust)
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
thingsidontunderstandand:
On her day off, when she had nothing to do and everything to do, she had a panic attack. Because she finally had the time.
She felt in control, at least, of that much.
March 2010
15 posts
mulierosity
wordjournal:
noun • /mjuːlɪəˈrɒsɪtɪ/ • excessive fondness for women