unamusedsloth:

Baby goats aka kids are for everyone.

theunderestimator:

"Shake Dog Shake" - The Cure (Concert: The Cure Live, 1984)

The opener of Cure`s 1984 first live album “Concert: The Cure Live” is a real goth steamroller: intense guitar riffs, ritual drumming, like a tribal summoning, eerie lyrics matching the haunting melody and the nauseating repeat of the title as a dark gothic mantra:

"Wake up in the dark,
The after-taste of anger in the back of my mouth,
Spit it on the wall,
And cough some more,
And scrape my skin with razor blades,
And make up in the new blood,
And try to look so good,
Follow me,
Make up in the new blood,
And follow me to where the real fun is, ha ha,…

…Aaahh, Shakeshakeshakeshake, shakeshakeshakeshake, shakeshakeshake
Shake dog shake,

aaahh,Shakeshakeshake, Sh-sh-shake, Sh-sh-shake,
Sh-sh-shake Shake dog shake,…”

lingerieanarchy:

Sunrise Luxe Camisole and Shorts by Ell & Cee

weneedfashion:

Seon Hwang 

weneedfashion:

Seon Hwang 

My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.

Maya Angelou  (via herkindoftea)

(Source: psych-facts)

realhardcore:

Slapshot - "Hang Up Your Boots"

zombiesenelghetto:

The Ramones with journalist Lisa Robinson and their manager Danny Fields at Café de Flore, Paris, Spring 1977 
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zombiesenelghetto:

The Ramones with journalist Lisa Robinson and their manager Danny Fields at Café de Flore, Paris, Spring 1977 

bremser:

Hugh Mangum, United States, ca. 1890-1922

bremser:

Hugh Mangum, United States, ca. 1890-1922

milomiriam:

Portraits taken by Hugh Mangum back in the 1890s.

Hugh was the unknown photographer who rejected racism in the American South.
He opened his doors to everyone regardless of their race, gender or how much money they had.

smellslikegirlriot:

Femme Jam of the Day :

Idiot Lover—- Bratmobile

She said, “I am going away”. She said she was twenty-seven now and didn’t know what it meant to live. She had always thought that life in jail would be the hardest, but it hadn’t been. She brushed a few strands of hair from her face. She said, There, in jail, I like the rest of them thought we would be killed and that would be the end, or we would live, we would live and get out, and begin all over. She said, There, in jail, we dreamed of just being outside, free, but when I came out, I discovered that I missed the sense of solidarity we had in jail, the sense of purpose, the way we tried to share memories and food. She said, More than anything else, I miss the hope. In jail, we had the hope that we might get out, go to college, have fun, go to movies. I am twenty-seven. I don’t know what it means to love. I don’t want to be secret and hidden forever.

"Reading Lolita in Tehran"

Azar Nafisi

(via marionto)

Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.

Unknown (via mayahansens)

(Source: quotable-notable)