Jeff Buckley; captured by Stephen Stickler (1994)
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via loveandeloquence)
Happy Birthday Zakk
Lovely Jarah ♥
I don’t have a type. if I like you, I like you.
Wood & McQueen
Love with the Proper Stranger, ‘63
Greta Garbo and John Gilbert “Flesh and The Devil” (1927)