You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
The Grand Budapest Hotel (dir. by Wes Anderson, 2014)
when i get a new tube of lipstick
Jasmine + Drink me!
Alfred Hitchcock documenta la sua perdita di peso. John Florea, 1943.
ABC, quién te ha visto y quién te ve.