Aug 29, 2011

Gold Cat Eye Sunglasses Giveaway!

wetheurban:

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WeTheUrban is teaming up, once again, with the amazing Gypsy Warrior to giveaway a pair of gold cat eye sunglasses!

How To Enter:

Simple as that (yes, you must do both to enter. We will be checking!). Deadline to enter is 8/29/2011! Winner will be randomly selected using a random number generator, so everyone has an equal chance to win! You may only enter once. Good luck!

Aug 29, 2011

(Source: minifishies, via thehipsterkids)

Aug 21, 2011

You’re buried in me, I’ve held on to you for so long.

This summer my heart has been craving you and only you.

Cosmic, or so I thought.

Or maybe that’s what I wanted, an expanse deep, inevitable, ever-changing yet so harmonious relationship. 

What the ultimate satisfaction that would bring.

Oh but what a waste of every 11:11 wish that I’ve made this entire summer, deceiving.

"Use me, abuse me, lie to me and tell me I’m pretty" 

But abysmally, I’m just so fucked up and perverted and unnatural? 

Drawing me in and lying when I felt so strongly

and that is what is twisted. 

You. 

Aug 21, 2011
You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs- the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limbs, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate- the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.
Vladimir Nabokov, “Lolita” (via black-wolves)
Aug 21, 2011

jtotheizzoe:

scipsy:

The central region of the Andromeda Galaxy (M 31) (via Chandra)

Excellent use of the gallery, amiright?

(via jtotheizzoe)

Aug 21, 2011
Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That’s above and beyond everything else, and it’s not a mental complaint-it’s a physical thing, like it’s physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don’t come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people’s words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet
Ned Vizzini (via black-wolves)
Aug 20, 2011
black-wolves:

breakfast (by half girl)

black-wolves:

breakfast (by half girl)

Aug 17, 2011
washingtonpoststyle:

fuckyeahdc:

VIA

I live in Ethiopia. Monica lives in Bikes, Beer, Burglaries. We work somewhere between Drunk Long Island Girls and Power Lunches. [DZ]

washingtonpoststyle:

fuckyeahdc:

VIA

I live in Ethiopia. Monica lives in Bikes, Beer, Burglaries. We work somewhere between Drunk Long Island Girls and Power Lunches. [DZ]

Aug 12, 2011

It all shakes me
I am left with this flickering anger
Feeling perilous, 
To succumb the sadness

It all shakes me

I am left with this flickering anger

Feeling perilous, 

To succumb the sadness

(Source: escenasbohemias, via cuntbook)

Aug 11, 2011

(via shoelust)

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