Entartete Kunst

Lord, don't slow me down. I steal photos from random obscure websites. And I love them. And I care for them. And I call them Tallulah-May-Randy-Bobby-Joe.

I'm old and boring(lie), but if you want to talk, feel free. I'll try to be a nice person(lie). Maybe. I like to eat cake and read about the occult. Intelligence, BDSM, love and The Internet.
threefolds: Model: Moa Aberg | Contributor Magazine #5 s/s 2012 | Photographed by Hasse Nielsen

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Model: Moa Aberg | Contributor Magazine #5 s/s 2012 | Photographed by Hasse Nielsen

(via pre10tious)

He set down his briefcase, adjusted the starched white shirt cuffs, and courteously, with the faintest of bows, offered to walk her back to the hotel.

—The Comfort of Strangers by Ian McEwan (via the-final-sentence)