I bow down to no one.
Coffee, Rain, Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, The Mayans, Ancient Aliens, Besty Johnson,Rings, Blowpops, skittles, long hair, red hair, knee high socks, Fashion, Frank ocean, the model world, London, 1950's clothing style, grunge clothing, black nail polish, anything cute and fluffy, anything science related, reading,NASA,cigarettes, My best friend, Maryjane, Heels, Beach Hats, New York City, and anyone who can put up with my shit.
"It’s a new era in fashion - there are no rules. It’s all about the individual and personal style, wearing high-end, low-end, classic labels, and up-and-coming designers all together."
it’s a fucking sculpture I almost shat a goddamn cathedral I thought the serpent lords had come to reclaim the fucking earth
The comment I cant even
What the fuck hahaha
Stealing your man since 1928
I aspire to be just like her when I get older.
My main chick
jesus fucking christ
I love him
[Painting of Death as a spectral nanny taking a child and infant away from their bereaved family. A detail shows the family’s house number is 1918.]
I never realized this until seeing the detail, but this painting is most likely about the flu pandemic.
it’s really interesting seeing death portrayed as a woman
Especially a a nurturer rather than a destroyer