fucking badass.
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fucking badass.
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Please, please, please #Payattention (Taken with instagram)
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Mark Leckey appropriates found footage of old videos displaying youth clubbing in Britain, it is all mashed up yet it captures clubbing in such a beautiful light you can’t help but wishing you were there.
Post by Silje Pettersen for LURVE magazine.
Photos by Julia Chesky for LURVE magazine.
Backstage at Alberta Ferretti.
Photos by Paolo Simi for LURVE magazine.
Boys during Paris Men Fashion Week.
Photos by Paolo Simi for LURVE magazine.
OneRepublic, Christmas Without You.
“It’s a wonderful life, but I don’t feel so wonderful on this cold winter night… Only one thing in the world that I couldn’t do, only one thing could kill me; Christmas without you… So go ahead and light the fire, turn that Christmas tree on, ‘cause I’ve been missing you so much…”
am i part of the cure, or am i part of the disease?
the sky is always blue, but the grass is never greener than the other side.
you say “can we still be friends”? but i would rather be alone, than pretend i feel alright. - arcade fire, ready to start.
it’s a cold thing you’ll never know all the ways i tried
there’s a moment to seize every time that we meet, but you always keep passing me by. but you never were, and you never will be mine…
she’s learning to fly
one of the hardest things one can come across in life, is finding that the love you give is hardly ever met. and while we can kick, punch and curse at the sky, what’s done is done. what’s said is said. and despite all the tragedy and pain, she amazes me every second of every day.
she sits quietly. patiently waiting for a ray of light to guide her anywhere but here. she lays her heart on the line, hoping that just maybe today will be the day that she hears ‘i love you’ back. even if it’s whispered into the wind. she lingers in the dark, waiting for the lonely and broken to come out and spill their heart out. she sacrifices her moment of happiness for another’s lifetime of bliss.
she stays to give me strength. she stays to give me faith. she stays in hopes of re-awakening my belief in hope, and love, and god. she stays. she stays and yet her wings spread. and she sits, quietly waiting for the day she’ll get her chance to fly true.
