I tried and therefore no one should criticize me.
This is what he remembered, really, at the end of it all. Not her at his side, small hand tucked into the crook of his elbow, laughing charmingly and cataloging a million (a million and one, a million and two) ways to kill everyone in the building and disappear in two minutes tops.
Not face to face, her tangled red hair falling around him as she moved, lips shaping filthy-sweet promises and triumph in her sea green eyes.
Not her back as as she walked away again (and again and again), melting away into the trees, into the city, into the crush and surge of humanity where even he could not find her unless she wanted to be found.
This is how he remembered her, at the end, the subtle press of her shoulder against his, her heel an inch away from his boot, any contact so light as to be unfelt except for that small electric response of having another person so close.
This is how he remembered them.
As they should be.
This post got so much better.
David Bowie’s outfits throughout the years
I want replicas of the grey tattered frock coat and the Union Jack coat. If you could arrange Lord God Bowie to deliver them, that would be even better.
✧WHAM BAM THANK YOU GLAM✧ : songs for when you wanna boogie like an androgynous rock star made out of glitter, sequins, leather, and lipstick ☆[listen]☆
you’ve got your mother in a whirl, she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl, hey babe, your hair’s alright, hey babe, let’s go out tonight
WEEPING AT THE MAJESTY (ps bowie wrote all the young dudes too *twirls away*)
josh hutcherson making fun of himself for being short is my new fandom
At first glance, these photographs by Alexander Khokhlov could totally pass as 2D paintings.
With some help from makeup artist Valeriya Kutsan, Alexander was able to create these amazing portraits that have the appearance of being flat.