IN TIME, WE DON'T BELONG IN OUR OWN LIFETIME.


Purple Daisy, March 2013
he loves me, he loves me not.
he deffo loves me not
really late last night i slept with the first person i ever had feelings before, and while i was there in his arms, stroking his clammy skin, it was lovely but at the back of my mind i knew it would never last.
Toe-to-finger transplantation
i’m going to a club opening in my town tonight and i want to look killer, but idk what to wear.
1960’s prostitues by Christer Strömholm
This photo is horribly fucked up. She’s wrecked *note the hair color and how thin she is* and he’s playing asleep while taking a selfie and hodling the cigarette. Or at least that’s what it looks like.
I’ve always heard rumblings of Warhol being uber creepy in his time, and freaking out people he desired. Often he wouldn’t speak and or steal their underwear and shoes. Apparently he was cheap and a closeted fetishist. I’ve thought I’ve looked at everything from this time but I can say i’ve never seen this. This looks “lupe”-ish and if so, this is when she started barbiturates and heroin, there were 2 overdoses and her ED was out of control. This is just so god damn creepy anyway you slice it; if he took the photo himself or not makes no difference to me as he’s obviously NOT asleep and holding her cigarette correctly. Andy didn’t smoke.