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Gary Oldman and Marion Cotillard in David Bowie’s The Next Day music video.
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Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
—Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via funpoolparty)
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Like Crazy, dir. Drake Doremus (2011)
requested by anon
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How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
I have time. Please, devour me.
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Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
—Vladimir Nabokov (via merkmal)
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