FEΔST WHEN YOU CΔN

DREΔM WHEN THERE'S NOTHING TO FEΔST ON

red-lipstick:

 Jindřich Pileček (Czech, 1944-2002) - A Performance For Luna, 1998 Intaglio Engravings

(Source: gallery.cz)

"You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it." - The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)

(Source: mashamorevna, via smooney)

acidpolizei:

thank god

for small favours

in high doses

this song is really doing it for me rn sorry to my followers for just posting mountain goats songs and stuff about mental illnesses 

(via where-the-oleander-grows)

Fixed. theme by Andrew McCarthy