filthandfuryy
filthandfuryy
𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇
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brazil. são paulo, campinas. PT-BR/ENG. ela/dela — she/her. 19, bi.
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filthandfuryy · 1 year ago
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These pictures are just amazing 🤣
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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One of the most iconic faces of the early UK punk scene: Pamela Rooke, aka Jordan, captured by Chris Moorhouse while enjoying a smoke in London, Feb. 28th, 1978. 
Jordan was so much more than the shop assistant who would leave her house in rubber knickers and dominatrix stilettos or fetishwear and leather pencil skirts without underwear to make the daily commute to Malcom McLaren & Vivienne Westwood’s SEX boutique on British Rail in the mid-’70s. Nobody looked like Jordan at the time or would even dare. She was defiantly original, both terrifying and seductive.
To quote Adam Ant:
“Jordan created punk rock, she was literally selling it on the front line, she was living it on public transport when other people were just dressing up.”
(via)
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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Mask (inner booklet and disc) - Bauhaus (1981)
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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Así se enamora un anarquista
No me enamoro por caras
me enamoro por voces
y por palabras.
Me cuesta trabajo hacerlo
y no porque lo busque
si no porque no lo encuentro.
Me enamoro de los labios
que saben decir desobediencia
me enamoro de las manos
que arduo trabajan por la libertad.
Me enamoro de los ojos
que trazan un mundo mejor
me enamoro de las mentes
que no callan ni mienten
de las mentes que incendian alrededor.
Busco sonrisas en casas abandonadas
busco caricias en difíciles batallas
busco besos sin fin tras las barricadas
busco amor en tu mirada
anarquía en tus palabras.
No me enamoro complicado
me enamoro libre
entre fuego y llamaradas
me enamoro y amo
como sólo puede amar un encapuchado
que también ama la autonomía.
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Así se enamora un anarquista…
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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the only guide to being hot is believing that you're hot
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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“Hoy la he vuelto a encontrar, el mismo despertar,
hemos caido presa del destino.
El abril en tu mirar, la droga alrededor
pero aqui estoy contigo.
No hay mucho por hacer, tampoco que comer,
la noche ha refrescado y sin abrigo...
solo buscando esa dosis que me lleve al paraiso junto a ti.
Mirate, tu la dulce princesa del olvido...
Mirame, aqui no hay dogma, solo somos dos vagabundos.
Vivimos una historia que no puede tener final feliz.”
— La Mala Ostia, Historia de Amor Yonki.
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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Kali Uchis for PAPER Magazine by Jora Frantzis
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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“Anarquía significa sin líderes, no sin orden.”
— V de Vendetta
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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John Bishop - Top by Lee Bender from Bus Stop, Earrings by Yves Saint Laurent Rive Gauche (Over 21 1975)
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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kristin-lee moolman
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filthandfuryy · 4 years ago
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filthandfuryy · 5 years ago
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“Sid didn’t have any normal, ordinary relationships, and I think the sex part overtook him. I always saw him as being the child to Nancy as mum. She was one of those doting people, and he had never had that in his life.“ - Pamela Rooke
“When they were together he was like a kitten, but without her he would go crazy.” - Dennis Morris
“You were my little baby girl
And I knew all your fears
Such joy to hold you in my arms
And kiss away your tears
But now you’re gone
There’s only pain
And nothing I can do
And I don’t want to live this life
If I can’t live for you.“ - Sid Vicious’ poem, ‘Nancy’
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