elainehsiang:

i have a picking problem. and maybe a drinking problem and eating problem. i want to write, but then i also want to read and sleep and eat and cry and dream and drink and sit up in my bed listening to the neighbors sneeze in between sentences. i sneeze, too, when i’m in my room for too long. a…

Stop calling the UCSB shooter a madman. He was not insane. He was just a misogynistic boy filled with narcissistic rage. That’s all it takes. That and a fucking gun.

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coketalk:

Diane Lane photographed by Andy Warhol, 1984.
Everything about this photograph is perfection — the old glass and styrofoam bottle of Coke, the plate full of on-set catered garbage lunch, the composed expression of cognitive dissonance from a beautiful actress who is horrified that her picture is being taken while she’s eating and yet still reverent that it’s Andy Warhol behind the camera. And of course, “nuke the valley.”
Goddamn, how perfect is that t-shirt.

coketalk:

Diane Lane photographed by Andy Warhol, 1984.

Everything about this photograph is perfection — the old glass and styrofoam bottle of Coke, the plate full of on-set catered garbage lunch, the composed expression of cognitive dissonance from a beautiful actress who is horrified that her picture is being taken while she’s eating and yet still reverent that it’s Andy Warhol behind the camera. And of course, “nuke the valley.”

Goddamn, how perfect is that t-shirt.

coketalk:

Nobody to Love - Sigma

Just shut-up and dance.

Tags: the best

Please watch.

(Source: coketalk)

"

I.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,

Like children building tree houses.
Our love is serious business.

One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string.

When I hesitate to hold your hand,
it is because to know is to be responsible for knowing.

II.
There is no clean way to enter
the heavy machinery of the heart.

Just jagged cutthroat questions.
Just the glitter and blood production.

III.
The truth is this:
My love for you is the only empire
I will ever build.

When it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire building will be over.

I will retreat to an island.
I will dabble in the vacation-hut industry.
I will skulk about the private libraries and public parks.

I will fold the clean clothes.
I will wash the dishes.
I will never again dream of having the whole world.

"

— Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” (via wewerenevertragedies)

(Source: larmoyante, via elainehsiang)

Tags: the best

(Source: three-hunna, via almosttrisomy)

Everybody has a secret

(Source: mybodywakesup, via hollyreaders)

coketalk:

Pink Moon - Nick Drake

It’s almost time to go outside and look up at the lunar eclipse.