sullen girl

"i want to kill everyone you know and then myself,
my body is so small compared to the sun,
my heart is so small"

"I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me."
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover  (via abattoirette)
October, 20th 2014 @ 15:45 / 2888 / Permalink

Jenny Holzer, from Lustmord, 1993-1994

In her series ‘Lustmord’ — meaning rape murder in German — Holzer created a number of works addressing war crimes in the former Yugoslavia in the 1990s, in particular the violent physical abuse, rape and murder of women that occurred. In this series Holzer displays photographs of text on human skin, some of which includes women’s blood mixed with ink. (via)

October, 19th 2014 @ 23:58 / 1487 / Permalink

debrisdisk:

Chloe Sevigny for Dune Magazine 1995 by Terry Richardson

October, 19th 2014 @ 23:56 / 5472 / Permalink
Q Lazarus
Goodbye Horses.

ytisuounis:

Q Lazzarus - Goodbye Horses

October, 19th 2014 @ 23:56 / 4101 / Permalink
"I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder."
Zelda Fitzgerald (via sad-plath)
October, 18th 2014 @ 11:00 / 182 / Permalink

Irréversible | Gaspar Noé | 2002

Irréversible | Gaspar Noé | 2002

October, 13th 2014 @ 15:15 / 6155 / Permalink
6sketchers:

untitled by emilyharriet on Flickr.
arthetic:

“I don’t feel the sickness yet, but it’s in the post. That’s for sure. I’m in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I’ve ever known will soon take hold of me. It’s on its way.”
Trainspotting (1996)

arthetic:

I don’t feel the sickness yet, but it’s in the post. That’s for sure. I’m in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I’ve ever known will soon take hold of me. It’s on its way.

Trainspotting (1996)

msyorke:

Thom Yorke

by Matt Anker, 1994

October, 12th 2014 @ 13:04 / 660 / Permalink

Gummo (1997)

October, 10th 2014 @ 11:53 / 7720 / Permalink