some men just want to watch the world burn

Kitty, 22, Budapest, film student. Cinema is my religion
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Shia Labeouf © Craig Mcdean

Heathers (1988)
Heathers (1988)


two weeks // fka twigs

higher than a motherfucker
dreamin’ of it, it’s my lovin’

flying like a screaming falcon
on our ways to do each other

“How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?”

Laurel Hoodwrit  (via vufus)

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”

Jack Kerouac, On the road (via trentaine)

Michael Pitt for Rag & Bone F/W 2014