I have no business being here.

You’ll always be in my heart too, Willem.


Steve Martin. Unknown Photographer.

Hello, sailor.

Ain’t no way like Cab Calloway.



Paris, 1971.

Yves Saint Laurent.

That hair.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

Robert Frost (via likeafieldmouse)

A good one, anyway.

(via likeafieldmouse)

If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and swoon.


Your average self

Working on it.


Freedom’s all you got.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

(via tastefullyoffensive)

You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)

Sometimes. I’m sorry.

(via dirtyberd)

Blue Velvet (David Lynch, 1986)

(via danieldaylewiswithamoustache)


Wind from the Sea, Andrew Wyeth


Whisper of the Muse / Portrait of G.F. Watts, April 1865, Julia Margaret Cameron. The J. Paul Getty Museum


You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.
— Samuel Beckett