Every artist needs a tragedy
A N A // V E L A S C O
(Source: astral-planes, via unejeunedemoiselle)
Marlon Brando gives me chills.
There he lies. God rest his soul, and his rudeness. A devouring public can now share the remains of his sickness, and his phone numbers. There he lay: poet, prophet, outlaw, fake, star of electricity.
Steal My Sunshine - Len
If you don’t like this song you didn’t grow up in the 90s, and I feel bad for you.