sleep paralysis

Le Cauchemar (The Nightmare), by Eugène Thivier 

lalala

lepidopterists

                                                                              "A Discovery"

                                               Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss

                                                       Poems that take a thousand years to die

                                          But ape the immortality of this Red label on a little butterfly.

the eyes have it

Evil Eye

Eye Miniatures

a long time ago, as in sometimes between 1700-1800, it was super fashionable in some circles to carry around a creepy tiny painting of the eye of your beloved (sometimes alive or deceased) fastened into an itty bitty bejewled pin. sometimes, it would also contain a lock of hair or some other weird momento mori shit. it was to be fastened on a lapel, close to the heart.

Jack Fairy of Velvet Goldmine 

my favorite character ever in velvet goldmine, jack fairy, a statuesque transvestite, was my life role model at age 11. here he is wearing an eye ring with EYESHADOW above it.

dat side-eye

females throwing some severe side-eye and/or experiencing a religious ecstasy a la St. Theresa.

♪♪g00d♪♪

 Le Temps De L'Amour by Francoise Hardy

beach life

 

(jin, 2012, asbury park)

found vol.5

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, Chapter 25

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.

And a random image post.