what would you trade the pain for?

pixiexbites:

princess fairy cradle by debbie schramer

nikolatexla:

Carolina 🍁
Written and Performed by Taylor Swift | From “Where the Crawdads Sing”

longtermeffect:

meet me in the pale moonlight, lana del rey

misandriste:

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson

lady-d-arbanville:

LaceMade Collection

wait-for-october:

Still having fun with florals, and ignoring a bunch of wips

danimalscrushcup:

come on barbie let’s go party

lovebattery:

https://twitter.com/freshgaycorpse/status/1452817851669118978?s=21

mancandykings:

I’m not the kind of person who tries to be cool or trendy, I’m definitely an individual.

gene-forrester:

Psycho (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

minimalistsource:

The s’more. The most offensive assault on the human palette ever contrived. Unethically sourced chocolate and gelatinised sugar water imprisoned by industrial-grade graham cracker. It’s everything wrong with us and yet we associate it with innocence. With childhood. Mom and Dad. But what transforms this fucking monstrosity is fire. The purifying flame. It nourishes us, warms us, reinvents us, forges and destroys us. We must embrace the flame. We must be cleansed. Made clean. Like martyrs, or heretics, we can be subsumed and made anew.

THE MENU (2022) dir. Mark Mylod

andoutofharm:

pete sitting down while patrick sings heaven, iowa

fob dallas (6/28/23, photos mine)

cruellesummer:

all the glamour and the trauma and the fuckin’ melodrama