I am more iron than they.

rothko:

its so fucked up how difficult it is to move to another country you shouldn’t need a reason or anything you should be able to show up at the border and be like “the vibes were off back home” and they should let you in

milksockets:

marion chopineau in haute couture ateliers: the artisans of fashion - hélène farnault (2014)

briosca-sa-speir:

“In some old, forgotten place
in the ruins of a bell tower,
a lonely whispering
disturbs the silence: someone
is composing a lullaby.”

— Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh, Babel

requiem-on-water:

by Daniel Cid

liebesfraulein:

“She belonged with the wolf pack, the mountains, and the night.”

— Dark Desire, Christine Feehan

the-evil-clergyman:

La Naissance de Venus by Amaury-Duval (1862)

t4tstepantrofimovitch:

teenager on medieval phone (lying): I can’t come to the funeral of your 16th sister to die in childbirth, winifred. mom put me in the. uh. I’m in the gallows. for the weekend. yeah it sucks. bye.

gallarie:

bell hooks

freeartzombie:

Meeting The Man: James Baldwin in Paris

(via Mubi)