Put your thoughts to sleep,
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of thinking.

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Marlon Brando, One-Eyed Jacks, photographed by Sam Shaw, 1958

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Linda Evangelista shot by Peter Lindbergh

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“Turn the Page”
Metallica
Garage Inc. (1998)

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I’m very often referred to as “Sir” in elevators and such. I think it has to do with being this tall and not wearing much lipstick. I think people just can’t imagine I’d be a woman if I look like this.

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nevver:

Night Skiing

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Anonymous asked: #Wish I could pull of androgyny...fucking rite? what is it about them that makes everyone fall in a sort of distant love with them? they're just so pristine and removed and maybe above all of us.

WHOA THE FUCK THERE, I was literally just thinking the same thing as I typed that. There’s something so dreamy and otherworldly about them - they inspire an eroticism that exclusively belongs to their kin. There’s a sensuality in their genderless mystery. You want to explore it, find out what makes them what they are. It awakens something in me, absolutely. It always has, even back when I was the most puritanical, sexless little Catholic girl, there was something about androgyny I envied with a burning passion, vaguely understanding the sexual undertones beneath the physical beauty. To be able to embody everything about humanity at once and be so sleek about it. God, it really is delicious. 

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