I need someone to pour myself into.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath  (via punk-grrrls)



yes, i’m not even sorry.


bellies bellies bellies!

or- more specifically- multiple pictures of this lovely lady's belly drawn (per her permission) for a fat bodies study!

and a butt thrown in for good measure

fuck yeah

Adèle’s emotions as told by Louise Brooks films: Diary of a Lost Girl (1929) & Pandora’s Box (1929)

So raw

Clara Bow in Dancing Mothers, 1926.

She liked getting hold of some book, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one.
Virginia Woolf, from Night And Day (via violentwavesofemotion)

Louise Brooks (November 14, 1906 – August 8, 1985)

My queen




Shelley Duvall eats cotton candy on the set of Brewster McCloud (1970)

private film footage of Marlene Dietrich in her Vacation, 1937