Two women pose by the Mackinac Island Arch on July 19, 1942. 


Psycho was sitting on her balcony 
Framed on the wall by a heart made of ivy 
Cupid said “Stay here with me and 
you’ll see what I mean” 
And he climbed on the tree that led up to his dream 
And she shook on the branch and he fell to my feet 

Bruised but still breathing, his crestfallen love 
Cupid he said “Throw your hair from above” 
She said “Just leave me alone, I’m bound for my bed 
All the voices I’m hearing are just in my head 
All the voices I’m hearing” 

Cupid and Psycho, a couple much better apart 
When Cupid’s in love 
It’s Psycho left holding the darts 
And it tears us apart 

While Cupid is crying, love waits to be born 
Broken in pieces, alone on the floor 
He’d let go of the reins and the ride was insane 
If he doesn’t get back on, will love live again?
Could we be in love?
Would our hearts beat again? 
Could I love you?
Could you love me? 

Cupid and Psycho, a couple much better in two 
When Cupid’s in love 
Psycho ends up so confused 
And it tears me and you.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now
— (via grungingly)

(Source: grungingly)

(Source: flimmern)


paris nightlife photographed by gordon parks


Louvre Museum, Paris, France
January 2014

I will be here in two weeks

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
— Zora Neale Hurston (via violationofvolition)



Paige Bradley, Expansion