MRS

People will stare. Make it worth their while → Krikor Jabotian Haute Couture | S/S ‘14

diarycrux:

cause most of our feelings, 
they are dead and they are gone

misereres:

modern day greek mythology the sirens as a girl gang of serial killers (1/2)

they tear the pavement with chrome horses, screeching tires and noxious fumes; stomping about in thug boots. they sing for their supper, in more ways than one. luring men to their doom, bullets to the brain, hacking limbs, garroting, disembowelment, decapitation. they are virtuosos in their art. bones crack between jaws. crunching, crunching, crunching. sometimes they snap them in half to suck out the marrow. they fill themselves to bursting, leaving heaps of corpses in flower starred meadowes.

febricant:

SHIA LEBEOUF LIVE

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

The plaza was beginning to empty. The press dissolved around them as people drifted back to their lives. But Arya’s life was gone…

“Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.”
Sonya Karp, The Golden Lily (via ghostbong)

Just because I’m a public figure, just because I’m an actress, does not mean that I asked for this. It does not mean that it comes with the territory. It’s my body, and it should be my choice, and the fact that it is not my choice is absolutely disgusting. I can’t believe that we even live in that kind of world.”