(Source: another-death)
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All persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
About Me:
Dutch/American. Lover of art and photography. Slave to music. Mother. Reader of the printed word.
About Me:
Dutch/American. Lover of art and photography. Slave to music. Mother. Reader of the printed word.
Reblogged from mxmissiles, 156,638 notes, January 16, 2013
Out of Love - a poem by Karina Koot
I looked in through your windows
into your honest truth.
You never saw me watch you
do the things you do.
You never felt
my gaze
you never sensed
me near
I looked in through your windows
You never saw me, dear.
I came in through your doorway
in, past your useless locks
You shouldn’t shut me out, sweet
I won’t and can’t be stopped.
I touched your
dirty laundry
I took off both
my gloves
I came in through your doorway
I did it out of love.
I slept under your bed, babe
I listened to you sleep
I shared your dreams tonight, love
that promise I did keep.
You didn’t sense
my presence
you didn’t hear
my voice
I slept under your bed, babe
I never had a choice.
3 notes, January 13, 2013
Motel, Raton, New Mexico, 1980 — Steve Fitch
Reblogged from louxosenjoyables, 8,573 notes, January 11, 2013
“The red shelf”
Tom McLaughlan
Photography
2009
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Sonic Youth’s Kim Gordon in 1991, walking on her bass guitar
(Source: guerrilla-0perator)
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