Pale-white like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close; you are second-hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
Danielle Shada Eason. 23. Syracuse, NY.
Singer. Photographer. Earth Child.
Vintage & Antique Enthusiast.
Photograph by Michael Ackerman—Agence VU/Aurora Photos
In honor of World Goth Day, LightBox presents a selection of images from more than 150 years of photo history—photographs made not by Goth photographers, but pictures that instead evoke the original, dark and beautiful spirit of Goth.
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— Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via ilxr)
Story of the eye, Georges Bataille. Purple Book, Laurence King Ed.
The only place I want to be right now. Instead, I am sitting at the front desk of a fucking outdated Days Inn (my shift: 11pm-7am), waiting for my manager to come in and look down at me (literally; I am 5 foot 1 and she is a massive cave troll), and make me feel like I owe her some shit. Fuck this place. I just want to be in my lover’s arms.
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Kris Carr (via martaunderthesea)
This almost made me cry. You-know-you-didn’t-have-a-“normal”-childhood-when…..
