This blog does not make propaganda of anything,
It´s just a space for me to express myself.
I'm open minded and a dreamer, feel free to ask me what ever
you want. But always with respect.
Love you all.
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hayleu:

this truly scared me i thought the legs on the right were some crispy burnt up human legs i need a minute to breathe

Ok so, it wasn´t just me.. 
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ukrainianbarbiedoll:

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they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.

they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.

they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.

they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.

they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.

they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.

they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.

they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need; they think i don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies; i think i’m too cool to know you, you say i’m like the ice i freeze; i’m churning out novels like beat poetry on Amphetamines; i say, well my boyfriend’s in a band, he plays guitar while i sing Lou Reed; i’ve got feathers in my hair, i get down to beat poetry; and my jazz collection’s rare, i can play most anything; i’m a Brooklyn baby.
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Marilyn by Bert Stern in June 1962.

Marilyn by Bert Stern in June 1962.
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young-forever-even-in-death:

So i finally got it, the Vinyl and everything :)
young-forever-even-in-death:

So i finally got it, the Vinyl and everything :)
young-forever-even-in-death:

So i finally got it, the Vinyl and everything :)
young-forever-even-in-death:

So i finally got it, the Vinyl and everything :)
young-forever-even-in-death:

So i finally got it, the Vinyl and everything :)
young-forever-even-in-death:

So i finally got it, the Vinyl and everything :)
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