Saturn Devouring His Son, Francisco Goya (1819-1823), Breezeblocks, Alt-J (2012)
"No, fuck you. I was worth it."
and I’m still worth it // R.R.

(via ffallingslowly)


Last night we camped out on a giant disc structure on top of a mountain that overlooks all of Los Angeles county. It was a good night.
"Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."
Edgar Allan Poe

(Source: infinitives)


from Kevyn Aucoin’s Making Faces