amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."
— Anna Karina
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soulbots:

drawingswithlight:

Only Lovers Left Alive (Jim Jarmusch, 2013)

Sigh.
16th Apr 201419:3047 notes

by  The Horrors


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fuckyeahdarkcabaret:

Oniric 

Blessing

Dear friend, you’re so depressed
i take your body, your hands

i see your eyes,
are not the same
i think you are paranoid

I bless your head
I kiss your legs
'cause I'm not sane too

I hate in what you believe
you’re blessed youre blessed my friend

Maybe tomorrow
i’ll see the light in your eyes
but not just now,
i’m not still alive
i bless your soul in this time

don’t hate me
My Darling,
my friend

Maybe tomorrow
i’ll see the light in your eyes
but not just now,
i’m not still alive
i bless your soul in this time

dont’ cry
dont’ hate me
dont’ cry
dont’ hate me

Maybe tomorrow
i’ll see the light in your eyes
but not just now,
i’m not still alive
i bless your soul in this time

Album: Cabaret Syndrome

twentyfoureffects:

Old Russian perfume bottles.

(via vacuii)

15th Apr 201417:01930 notes
~   Eliot’s opening lines of The Waste Land  (via loveage-moondream)

(via hoodoothatvoodoo)

black-celluloid:

Man Ray, portrait of Alice Prin (Kiki)
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post-punker:

The Sisters Of Mercy

"Detroit’s finest adult movies"
13th Apr 201419:30382 notes
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Dinah Cancer, 1982
12th Apr 201419:3094 notes

by  Slowdive


1637 plays
Opaque  by  andbamnan