Christiane F. photographed by Ilse Ruppert in her room in Hamburg (1983).

Christiane F., a onetime heroin-addicted teen prostitute, a junkie from the age of 12, was put in the spotlight in her early teens during the late `70s, after a series of interviews about her life and West Berlin`s drug scene, which led in a top-selling book and a film (Christiane F. – Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo”) based on her memoirs.

Her intriguing story, as well as her great looks instantly turned her into a media darling and a kind of controversial heroin-chic celebrity.**

Along Alexander Hacke, her boyfriend at the time and member of the German industrial band Einstürzende Neubauten, they recorded two albums and also appeared in a film.

(Source: ilseruppert.de, via holavicente)

Pizza is my boyfriend.

anatomytattoo:

oklahoma babes and their alice carrier tattoos.  healed rose on the right, fresh egg and flowers on the left.

anatomytattoo:

oklahoma babes and their alice carrier tattoos.  healed rose on the right, fresh egg and flowers on the left.

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my brother said if i die before him he’s getting me cremated, then mixing my ashes with cocaine and snorting me.

Been spoiling myself a lil.. just ordered sushi for the second day in a row.

boyirl:

Hope Gangloff

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omniastudios:

Celestial Lunar Oracle ring with deeply antiqued sterling silver, white topaz accent.

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Early

It’s six am. I just hopped out of the shower. In approximately two and a half hours, my uncle will be arriving here in a car to truck myself, my mother, and my brother up North, past Peterborough, so we can go to our grandfather’s funeral. I am excited to see my extended family, because, to be honest, it’s been years.

The last time I saw my grandmother was so long ago that she hasn’t even seen any of my tattoos in person. So long ago that I’ve since lived in three separate countries. So long ago that I don’t even remember what sort of person I was when we last spoke. She is now my only living grandparent, and I just hope she’s not a total wreck since the funeral is for her husband, who she was married to since the 1970s.

I’m feeling anxious about getting criticized by my more religious family members and am just hoping the next two days go by without any major dramafests.

Also, I won’t have any access to the internet up there, which I’m considering a blessing. I’ve seen enough ice bucket challenge videos to last a life time and am sort of hoping everyone on social media is onto some new meme by the time I get back.

Please cross your fingers that Placebo tickets don’t sell out by the time I get back on Friday.

The boys and I going ham for John’s birthday yesterday. Proper good time, mates.