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Inglourious Basterds (2009)

libranta:

A GIRL IS A GUN: a mix for ladies who traded in their wedding bands for a revolver in their hands.

FEMALE KILLERS SHARE ONE THING IN COMMON: AT SOME POINT, THEY ALL SNAPPED.

(listen / download)

I. brooke waggoner - femmes, II. trailer trash tracys - candy girl, III. lykke li - complaint department, IV. meg myers - curbstomp, V. lorde - biting down, VI. emily wells - becomes the color, VII. gossling - heart killer, VIII. metric - gold guns girls, IX. yeah yeah yeahs - under the earth, X. lorde - glory and gore, XI. danielle parente - blood on my hands, XII. the dead weather - i cut like a buffalo (gramatik remix), XIII. el perro del mar - i was a boy

f-l-e-u-r-d-e-l-y-s:

Margriet Smulders  - Siren Ink -Siren Milk 2010

Dutch photographer Margriet Smulders accomplished that feat in Botanicals Mirabilis, an abbreviated survey of larger-than- life floral photography at Hagedorn Gallery in Atlanta’s Buckhead district. Smulders’ show comprised nine images made over the last decade that explored ebullient color, explosive composition, and an animating eroticism that throbbed just below the surface.

Margaery Tyrell + tumblr text posts

يقبرني/ya’aburnee
   [ya-boor-nay] ❞
—   (idiom) An untranslatable, Arabic phrase literally meaning you bury me. It’s the hope that one’s lover will die before them because life without them is unbearable. This both beautiful and morbid expression is generally used in the Levantine Arabic dialect.  (via wordsnquotes)   —

chandography:

sun-goddess:

These are fucking gorgeous

the last is my fav

COSMIC LOVE: HANGOVER HELL TO ELECTRIC HEAVEN. Cosmic Love was composed in about an hour: I had a hangover crushing down on me and when the song arrived it came as sweet release. That name was always a joke: a bad working title that’s ended up sticking to it forever: neither the words ‘Cosmic’ or ‘Love’ appear at any point in the lyrics. The song is about being blinded by love. At first you want to escape, to find your way out of the darkness. You see a map in the stars above and you know that you can find your way back home, but then you realise that your love is the darkness, so you decide to stay: you give yourself willingly to a starless existence. Pretty much just that, yep. A lot of people read this song in a lot of different ways. I like that a lot and I encourage it. David Vann - one of my favourite writers out - once wrote something beautiful for me about this song. I will always be grateful for that. I drifted through a dreamy day making the dreamy video for Cosmic Love. I danced around in whirls of smoke and autumn leaves and a bazillion lightbulbs, me all catsuited, hot to the point of hallucination. I love the dress that Petra made: hundreds of little lights congregating around the heart: my electric blood, electric love. This is my favourite song from the album, so the video had to be special. I knew wanted my friends Tabitha and Tom to direct it. I think it’s the best video so far and I hope you like it. As I was typing this I found another leaf in my hair … x

Mr. Van Houten:

I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. I think we’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favors but if you have the time—from what I saw you have plenty— Please fix this for me. It’s a eulogy for Hazel…. she asked me to write it and I’m trying, it just could use a little flare.

See the thing is we all want to be remembered but Haze’s different. Hazel knows the truth. She didn’t want a million admirers she just wanted one. And she got it. Maybe she wasn’t loved widely but she was loved deeply, and isn’t that more than what most of us get? When Hazel was sick I knew I was dying but I didn’t want to say so. She was in the ICU and I snuck in for ten mins and sat with her before I got caught. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale, but her hands were still her hands. Still warm, and her nails were painted this dark blue black color, I just held them. I willed myself to imagine a world without us and what a worthless world that would be.

She’s so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she’s smarter than you because you know she is. She’s funny without ever being mean. I love her, God I love her. I’m so lucky to love he, Van Houten.

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you have a say in who hurts you. I like my choice and I hope she likes hers. Okay Hazel Grace?

Blue Shells

Hamda Al Fahim fall 2012

cinemove:

Marie Antoinette (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola

outdoor spaces

Dead Poets Society + Words