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I'm Madame S†. Béatrice lead singer of the NYC band DUST ANGEL. DUST ANGEL is now on hiatus but don't you dare sleep on us. I tumblr out of my mind props of creativity to promote more individuality to combat the authorities.

http://www.Dust-Angel.com
DustAngelNYC@gmail.com

“If you were a book
I’d lick my fingers
and flip your pages,
until your spine creased
and you lay spent,
with nothing else to offer.
Then, I’d cup you in my palms
and read you again.”

—   My Favorite Bedtime Story

(Source: graciouswords, via lust-in-her-eyes)

The Damned - Sick Of Being Sick

The Damned - Sick Of Being Sick

Dear Friends,

I miss my friends, the ones I used to go on long excursions with and do the things that we love doing the most. I wish I could erase the memories of you witnessing me mistreating the person that made many great things come my way and still manages to continue to do so. Instead of the crude demands and demeanors I wish I had kept it cool, calm, collective and appreciate the good that was coming to me. Mistake after mistake till the bomb exploded and now I’m officially stuck, low and wondering how to regain y’all trusts and have you believe that I don’t want to go back there and torment that person that had done nothing but just great things for me and for all of us. I honestly can’t look at that person’s faults anymore just only mine. I hope this message its not too late for you to care. The End

By the way this message is undoubtedly relevant for what’s going on in #Ferguson today.
Cream - Tales Of Brave Ulysses

Cream - Tales of Brave Ulysses

You thought the leaden winter

Would bring you down forever

But you rode upon a steamer

To the violence of the sun

And the colors of the sea

Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids

And you touch the distant beaches

With tales of brave Ulysses

How his naked ears were tortured

By the sirens sweetly singing

For the sparkling waves are calling you

To touch their white laced lips

And you see a girl’s brown body

Dancing through the turquoise

And her footprints make you follow

Where the sky loves the sea

And when your fingers find her

She drowns you in her body

Carving deep blue ripples

In the tissues of your mind

The tiny purple fishes

Run laughing through your fingers

And you want to take her with you

To the hard land of the winter

Her name is Aphrodite

And she rides a crimson shell

you know you cannot leave her

For you touched the distant sands

With tales of brave Ulysses

How his naked ears were tortured

By the sirens sweetly singing

Yeah

The tiny purple fishes

Run laughing through your fingers

You want to take her with you

To the hard land of the winter

(Source: remusofreem)

“Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence.”

—   Osho 

(Source: kaajoo)

Madame St Beatrice

Thanks to beautyfoster I now have a Model Mayhem account. I don’t know how to manage my profile yet so its pretty basic. Well, anyways check it out if you like.

“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”

—   Nelson Mandela 

(Source: chrvoice)

officialbeyonceknowles: Ferguson Police shot this girl in the head last night for posting the Mike Brown issue on Facebook

officialbeyonceknowles: Ferguson Police shot this girl in the head last night for posting the Mike Brown issue on Facebook

(via slashemup)