theyoungkimosabe:

Somewhere in Girdwood, AK

theyoungkimosabe:

Somewhere in Girdwood, AK

mpdrolet:

Neil Krug

Lou Reed, photographed by Billy Name [X]

Lou Reed, photographed by Billy Name [X]

(Source: l-o-o-p-y)

sydneychild:

snadgy:
“People always want to know about the past, but I’m much more interested in tomorrow” Ultra Violet
Isabelle Collin Dufresne a.k.a. Ultra Violet, artist, author, and former colleague and superstar of Andy Warhol. In 1963, Dalí introduced Dufresne to Andy Warhol, and soon she moved into the orbit of his unorthodox studio, “The Factory”. In 1964 she selected the stage name “Ultra Violet” at Warhol’s suggestion, because it was her preferred fashion—her hair color at the time was often violet or lilac. She became one of many “superstars" in Warhol’s Factory, and played multiple roles in over a dozen films between 1965 and 1974.
After a long battle with cancer, she died on the morning of 14 June 2014 in New York City. R.I.P.

sydneychild:

snadgy:

“People always want to know about the past, but I’m much more interested in tomorrow” Ultra Violet

Isabelle Collin Dufresne a.k.a. Ultra Violet, artist, author, and former colleague and superstar of Andy Warhol. In 1963, Dalí introduced Dufresne to Andy Warhol, and soon she moved into the orbit of his unorthodox studio, “The Factory”. In 1964 she selected the stage name “Ultra Violet” at Warhol’s suggestion, because it was her preferred fashion—her hair color at the time was often violet or lilac. She became one of many “superstars" in Warhol’s Factory, and played multiple roles in over a dozen films between 1965 and 1974.

After a long battle with cancer, she died on the morning of 14 June 2014 in New York City. R.I.P.

chezphoto:

this week’s hair color is brought to you by sunsets after a week of rain in june

cerceos:

Simon Dubreuil
Denali

These girls aren’t wounded so much as post-​wounded, and I see their sisters everywhere. They’re over it. I am not a melodramatic person. God help the woman who is. What I’ll call “post-​wounded” isn’t a shift in deep feeling (we understand these women still hurt) but a shift away from wounded affect: These women are aware that “woundedness” is overdone and overrated. They are wary of melodrama, so they stay numb or clever instead. Post-​wounded women make jokes about being wounded or get impatient with women who hurt too much. The post-​wounded woman conducts herself as if preempting certain accusations: Don’t cry too loud; don’t play victim. Don’t ask for pain meds you don’t need; don’t give those doctors another reason to doubt. Post-​wounded women fuck men who don’t love them and then they feel mildly sad about it, or just blasé about it; they refuse to hurt about it or to admit they hurt about it—​or else they are endlessly self-​aware about it, if they do allow themselves this hurting.

The post-​wounded posture is claustrophobic: jadedness, aching gone implicit, sarcasm quick on the heels of anything that might look like self-​pity. I see it in female writers and their female narrators, troves of stories about vaguely dissatisfied women who no longer fully own their feelings. Pain is everywhere and nowhere. Post-​wounded women know that postures of pain play into limited and outmoded conceptions of womanhood. Their hurt has a new native language spoken in several dialects: sarcastic, jaded, opaque; cool and clever. They guard against those moments when melodrama or self-​pity might split their careful seams of intellect, expose the shame of self-​absorption without self-​awareness.

pardonmewhileipanic:

BLESS THIS FUCKING CHILD OMG

(Source: meanplastic)

nwilsonphoto:

Super Moon over Mt. Hood
by Nicholas Peter Wilson


This makes me sad.

nwilsonphoto:

Super Moon over Mt. Hood

by Nicholas Peter Wilson

This makes me sad.

claysteakley:

Waylon Jennings and Porter Wagoner in Nashville Rebel, 1966.

claysteakley:

Waylon Jennings and Porter Wagoner in Nashville Rebel, 1966.

californiapunk:

Rancid - Old Friend

This song is my life right now.

lachantefleurie:

“What moon will gather up
your sorrow of lime and oleander?”

— Federico García Lorca, Collected Poems

(Source: theperfumemaker)

There are
some feelings
you will never
find words for;

you will learn
to name them
after the ones
who gave them
to you.

I learned a man’s gotta be alot tougher then the timber he’s cutting.

Johnny Cash (via absea)

(Source: prime-northwest)