Little Red

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"Fuck this shit. I’m gonna be a pornstar."

"No creas que esto se me olvidará. Ya no es tiempo. No entendiste lo que soy, yo soy amor, soy placer, soy esencia, soy pendeja, soy alcohólica, soy tenaz, soy pintora. Soy, simplemente soy. Y tú, ¿qué cosa eres, qué tengo que hacer ante tus ofensas? Seguir como imbécil creyéndote tus pendejadas y aceptar que tú eres un dios. Eres un dios, pretendiendo ser un dios pagano. Quédate con toda tu vida de porquería, eres una mierda."

- Frida Kahlo. (via desde-los-afectos)

(Source: salome-rebelle, via desde-los-afectos)


i may not be able to draw pretty flowers

or write beautiful poems

but i can love you at 2am when no one else will

and maybe that makes it worth it

(via penelopedarlingg)

(Source: russiancohle)

"Esa noche escapaste por poco a una pareja de policías, en tu departamento bebiste ginsbra tras ginebra y le hablaste, le dijiste todo lo que te venía a la boca como otro dibujo sonoro, otro puerto con velas, la imaginaste morena y silenciosa, le elegiste labios y senos, la quisiste un poco."

- Julio Cortázar


Tape dans le fond, j’suis pas t’Homère


Settle down with me, cover me up cuddle me in. Lay down with me and hold me in your arms. And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed in my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet.
Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved.
Settle down with me and I’ll be your safety, you’ll be my lady. I was made to keep your body warm, but I am the cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms. My heart’s against your chest, my lips against your neck, I am falling for your eyes but they dont know me yet. Yeah I’ve been feeling everything, from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth. I guess that’s how I know you so I hold you close so I help you give it up.



I think he gets me, or at least he tries to get me like no one ever did before. And even if this is not true, he lets me be, and stays for better or worse. I don’t know, I don’t think I get him, but I guess I am really trying. Anyway, I let him be, and I am staying for better or worse.



There was no point to any of this. It was all just a… a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. But now there is a guy. And he gives us pleasure in the details. You know… a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before the sun is up, the moment where your laughter become a cackle… and I, I sit back and he brings me Camel Straights and drives me on his own melt.


My boyfriend took me to McDonalds today. I guess you could say things are getting really serious


Come on skinny love just last the year



Bon iver


My boyfriend is 6 feet 8in bitches. Yes, you can be jealous



ghost of corporate future. (by cardigans & cattails.)