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chilena y pretenciosa.
❝Sólo sé que pasó por este mundo
como una paloma fugitiva:
la olvidé sin quererlo, lentamente,
como todas las cosas de la vida.❞

–Nicanor Parra.
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bellotanegra:

Si algún día muero el diablo vendrá a mi entierro

Agosto 1 14 // 3 notas
flamingovintage:

A clip from the Ultra violet book we have in store. I have a weakness for Psychedelic poster art from the 60s/70s 💚

flamingovintage:

A clip from the Ultra violet book we have in store. I have a weakness for Psychedelic poster art from the 60s/70s 💚

lets-runaway-and-get-lost:

Just another teen blog! I follow back similar ♥

lets-runaway-and-get-lost:

Just another teen blog! I follow back similar ♥

artemisdreaming:

The Thames Below Westminster, 1871
Claude Monet

artemisdreaming:

The Thames Below Westminster, 1871

Claude Monet

csiga-biga:

Elvis and Priscilla Presley with Lisa Marie

csiga-biga:

Elvis and Priscilla Presley with Lisa Marie

lectorconstante:

I have to driveI have my reasons, deerIt’s cold outsideI hate the seasons hereI suffer mornings most of allI feel so powerless and smallBy 10 o’clock I’m back in bedFighting the jury in my headWe learn to driveIt’s only natural, deerWe drive all nightWe haven’t slept in yearsWe suffer mornings most of allWe saw you lying in the roadWe tried to dig a decent graveBut it’s still no way to behaveIt is a delicate positionSpin the bottle, pick the victimCatch a tiger, switch directionsIf he hollers, break his ankles to protect himWe’ll have to driveThey’re getting closerJust get insideIt’s almost overWe will save your brothersWe will save your cousinsWe will drive themFar away from streets and signsFrom all signs of mad mankindWe suffer mornings most of allWake up all bleary-eyed and soreForgetting everything we sawI’ll meet you in an hourAt the car 
(la canción es de Amanda Palmer, el dibujo de Teagan White)

lectorconstante:

I have to drive
I have my reasons, deer
It’s cold outside
I hate the seasons here

I suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By 10 o’clock I’m back in bed
Fighting the jury in my head

We learn to drive
It’s only natural, deer
We drive all night
We haven’t slept in years

We suffer mornings most of all
We saw you lying in the road
We tried to dig a decent grave
But it’s still no way to behave

It is a delicate position
Spin the bottle, pick the victim
Catch a tiger, switch directions
If he hollers, break his ankles to protect him

We’ll have to drive
They’re getting closer
Just get inside
It’s almost over

We will save your brothers
We will save your cousins
We will drive them
Far away from streets and signs
From all signs of mad mankind

We suffer mornings most of all
Wake up all bleary-eyed and sore
Forgetting everything we saw

I’ll meet you in an hour
At the car 

(la canción es de Amanda Palmer, el dibujo de Teagan White)