this reminds me of the type of song they would...
There is no one left worth dressing.– Cristobal Balenciaga, 1968, upon the closure of his couture house. (via antevorta)
Heed these words, You who wish to probe the depths of nature: If you do not find...– Delphic Oracle (via hnknta)
You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do?...– Charles Bukowski (via crassculture)