lastdreamofjesus:

Ana Curra.

lastdreamofjesus:

Ana Curra.



Bettie Page, distracting me from the awesomeness of Eugenie de Sade (which is no mean feat) with her particularly maddening juxtaposition of pubic floss and fishnet.
(via bloodonthesnow, dutchessvonwhatever, thequeenofpinup)

Bettie Page, distracting me from the awesomeness of Eugenie de Sade (which is no mean feat) with her particularly maddening juxtaposition of pubic floss and fishnet.

(via bloodonthesnow, dutchessvonwhatever, thequeenofpinup)




garconniere:

girlsinsuits:

(via nerdfighterly)


Oh Milla, why do you still dapperishly provoke me so?

garconniere:

girlsinsuits:

(via nerdfighterly)

Oh Milla, why do you still dapperishly provoke me so?




garconniere, bookselves, therealkatiewest:

I invited you over because I liked
the way your poetry about man
parts rolled off your tongue
when you read aloud in the
writing club I started in our
high school. I also liked your 

thighs, and the way your shirt
stretched across your chest
and 
the cute bird charms you carried 

around on a string on your wrist.

I kissed you because you seemed too
shy to kiss me, and your lips were that 

lightest of pink that reminded me of 

pink lemonade in August and also of
virgins. I pulled your pants down around
your ankles because I was curious to see
what underwear you had deemed appropriate
for this occasion, and also because you
were a vegetarian and I wanted to see
how sweet you would be. I held you

on top of me after because your 

eyes were that deep blue of oceans 

from postcards and you had a giggle
that 
reminded me of schoolyard brawls and 

your skin was the softest I’d ever felt 

since the last girl I’d made love to.