"You Were In My Dreams Last Night" Yeah Our Souls Have Been Clawing Through Our Chests To Get To Each

i have looks of a authoritative law professor, the attitude of a bastard and a soul of a whore. no you cannot beat me

MICHELANGELO Last Judgment (detail) 1537-41 Fresco Cappella Sistina, Vatican

Phaethon (1878) by Gustave Moreau

what the fuck is actually happening in america right now

My body is but a #camilla macaulay temple.

devotion this salvation that. what about fallen saints. saints who once were adored and perfect in the eyes of their god but fell from its grace. saints who once served their divine so faithfully they were seen as extensions of it, yet were given an order they could not fulfill. saints who couldn’t bear the prayers of the innocents ringing in their ears. saints who were once blessed with power and glory. saints who discarded it all in exchange for freedom.

japanese dinner table with very specifically salt and pepper spices

what’s the vibe of your blog. everyone has their own. is it an art gallery exhibit serving canapés. a nightclub. a knights of the round table situation. a book discussion meeting. a lonely hearts club newspaper section. a bedroom where you and two friends are chatting. the school of athens debating matters of consequence. a garden tea party. a bacchanal. an agatha christie murder novel style tense dinner party. etc

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

“your body my choice” how about your nuts my knee

girls just wanna have fun