Uma Thurman in Quentin Tarantino’s ‘Pulp Fiction’, 1994.
(via cinyma)
Ferrari 250 TR.
Yes.
Both of you, fuck me. Fuck me please.
(via karlmagkatzen)
Godless
It was either the clouds or the Milky Way, either way, who gives a fuck.
Gravity is the only reason we’re not falling up.
Into that twinkling, ancient light.
We’re godless, lost machines.
Always sold, and never bought.
Good fucking luck,
Chuck.
Source: d-roth.blogspot.com
Sometimes I Think (by LoveVickyx)
I love you, music.
I love you, art.
I love you, people.
I love you, congestion.
I love you, filth.
I love you, sex.
I love you, architecture.
I love you, money.
I love you, subway.
I love you, alcohol.
I love you, fumes.
I love you, college.
I love you, crosswalk.
I love you, doorstep.
I love you, pizza.
I love you, taxi.
I love you, police.
I love you, colors.
I love you, protest.
I love you, park.
I love you, New York City.
