I Write, therefore I Am

romanbymarta:

Sharon Tate by Curt Gunther

romanbymarta:

Sharon Tate by Peter Brüchmann

romanbymarta:

Sharon Tate by Peter Brüchmann

Now this is what I call a new release… today Ryan Adams dropped a new three song single: “Jacksonville.” I love it!

Now this is what I call a new release… today Ryan Adams dropped a new three song single: “Jacksonville.” I love it!

alysha:

Alysha Nett / Kesler Tran

alysha:

Alysha Nett / Kesler Tran

[Bobby Gillespie shot for the front page of Shortlist by Nadav Kander]

Trying to cool off today with the sweltering sounds of Primal Scream featuring Alison Mosshart in “Dolls (Sweet Rock and Roll)”

"♫ I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams
[…] Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes
Like a rockabilly queen ‘bout to kick start your machine ♫”

wehadfacesthen:

Monica Vitti in L’ Eclisse (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1962) 
via cinemagreats

Smokey reflection
Still longing for all those nights
you dreamed under sheets
with him. Blanket covers
your nakedest sins
trying to recapture those same breaths
with others,
find you awakened in darkness
lovers that will never hear your
silent complaints; on how you never
sweat the same. With each exhale
recalling every dirty name
he whispered nightly—
facing choices, recounting voices 
finds you crawling backwards
to the moments he left you sleepless,
waiting to relight the spark
of your softest nights—
even though you came
this faded flame knows
he was never Jesus
but just like your filthiest stare
still flashing skins
mumbling this naked prayer
daring you to remember
his every feel;
sometimes if you look deeper
just like your loudest cravings
so much harder to conceal
by blowing smoke clouds
you can convince yourself
this once and holy addictive spirit
you keep erecting—
was never real.
Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
© 2014
All Rights Reserved

wehadfacesthen:

Monica Vitti in L’ Eclisse (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1962) 

via cinemagreats

Smokey reflection

Still longing for all those nights

you dreamed under sheets

with him. Blanket covers

your nakedest sins

trying to recapture those same breaths

with others,

find you awakened in darkness

lovers that will never hear your

silent complaints; on how you never

sweat the same. With each exhale

recalling every dirty name

he whispered nightly—

facing choices, recounting voices 

finds you crawling backwards

to the moments he left you sleepless,

waiting to relight the spark

of your softest nights—

even though you came

this faded flame knows

he was never Jesus

but just like your filthiest stare

still flashing skins

mumbling this naked prayer

daring you to remember

his every feel;

sometimes if you look deeper

just like your loudest cravings

so much harder to conceal

by blowing smoke clouds

you can convince yourself

this once and holy addictive spirit

you keep erecting—

was never real.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

© 2014

All Rights Reserved