thenationalyrics:

My head is a buzzing three star hotel

Lights VI: The Spa (1974), Micheal Andrews / Blank Slate (2008), The National

lousolversons:

“Us?” “Us.”

marthankent:

1791 was the year it happened. I was 24, younger than you are now. But times were different then, I was a man at that age: the master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth, and she and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would have been happy to join them. I couldn’t bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all… my wealth, my estate, my sanity. Most of all, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted it.

Interview with the Vampire (1994) dir. Neil Jordan

dreamyfilms:

bless

peter-sarsgaards:

I’m not really like a birthday fan. But I do admittedly have high expectations for my birthday.

Happy 38th Birthday, Jake Gyllenhaal (December 19th, 1980)! 

scenephile:

We women are always alone.

fallenvictory:

Letitia Wright photographed by Nadine Ijewere for British Vogue

captainmarvels:

me as an adult

shewhoworshipscarlin:

Evening bag, 1968.

victoriaspedretti:

Ghosts are real. This much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime. There are others – others that hold on to an emotion, a drive. Loss, revenge, or love. Those… they never go away.

Crimson Peak (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro