Girl, you nekkid.
24 year old drunkard drawing inspiration from old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows.

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Left grandmama in the car


This is the kind of boyfriend I need.

Light of my life, fire of my loins
Be a good baby, do what I want
Light of my life, fire of my loins
Give me them gold coins, gimme them coins

And I’m off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasing me all over town
Cause he knows I’m wasted, facing
Time again at Riker’s Island and I won’t get out
Because I’m crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me
I’m your little scarlet, starlet singing in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you

French teacher: okay now say something in french
Me: Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire : l'activité physique, le coït. Tu aimes ça? Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe ? Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent
1 hour ago with 345 notes | © spacecadet hymnal-of-alternative-music


Boyfriends of the world, take note.

How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via observando)
1 hour ago with 845 notes | © rapposters hymnal-of-alternative-music