hitchcock blonde: archive / rss / ask / theme


cloud landscapes made of foam by kohei nawa
stillshere
"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars."
— Vladimir Nabokov  (via exoticwild)

(Source: commovente, via allvirgo)

flamelikeme
Hannah Metz in my old LA neighborhood
45 46 47 48 49