My favourite song of all time? Maybe…
One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
You’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky…
Where Your Limits End
My perversion begins
The Downward Spiral. Artwork by Russell Mills (re-photographed for the Deluxe Edition by Rob Sheridan).
These are available as hi-resolution wallpapers here.
(via laura-changeling)
It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly—it’s the best advice ever given me. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling.
(Source: sol-psych, via aroundyourankles)
The freedom and simple beauty is too good to pass up…
Into the Wild (2007)
(via denkserore)
(Source: tylerdrrdn, via homicidalbrunette)
Anna Ewers & Keke Lindgard - Numéro China #29 by Ellen von Unwerth, May 2013
(via bohemea)
Little girls might twitch at the way I itch
But the way I burn is a son of a bitch
This scent had a freshness, but not the freshness of limes or pomegranates, not the freshness of myrrh or cinnamon bark or curly mint or birch or camphor or pine needles, not that of a May rain or a frosty wind or of well water… and at the same time it had warmth, but not as bergamot, cypress, or musk has, or jasmine or daffodils, not as rosewood has or iris… This scent was a blend of both, of evanescence and substance, not a blend, but a unity, although slight and frail as well, and yet solid and sustaining, like a piece of thin, shimmering silk… and yet again not like silk, but like pastry soaked in honey-sweet milk - and try as he would he couldn’t fit those two together: milk and silk! This scent was inconceivable, indescribable, could not be categorized in any way - it really ought not to exist at all. And yet there it was as plain and splendid as day.
(Source: youngbritish)
