sonatine:

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quality advice from jeremy allen white

flowerpowell:

do not underestimate therapeutic powers of pride and prejudice 2005 dir. joe wright

halfagony-halfhope:

stop glamorizing “the Grind” and start glamorizing whatever this is

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simena:
“ Claudia Lowry
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wandering-elf:

ladyhistory:

Me entering any museum: man I’m so excited to learn all the things

Also me: GIFT SHOP GIFT SHOP GIFT SHOP

There are two dragons inside of you. One hoards knowledge and the other hoards trinkets. They’re both very excited when you bring them to a museum

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haroldhighballjordan:

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

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firstfullmoon:

I’m convinced that if you could / have seen my grandmother / standing in the doorway / waiting for him to come home from the fields, / if you’d smelled that spectacular evening thick / with sweat & felt the pulsing of the stars, if / you’d borne witness / to the animals’ moans echoing in the holler / that night, if you just could have seen the / hair rise up / on granddaddy’s arm like that, like / offerings to god, when his elbow touched / hers, if you could have seen / her longing dissipate just a little as he came / through the door smelling like a day’s work, you / should have seen them close enough to breathe / the same air while not even touching. / (He smiled at her without smiling.) If you could / have seen them watching me watch them, then / you’d know how much i love you. If you could / have heard her say, You want some supper? / We got pie.ALT

Crystal Wilkinson, “Witness”

ace-catboy-ryuuzaki:

can’t trust anyone who criticises the mamma mia movie. like wtf are you even criticising. the plot?? the characterisation?? my brother in christ they put meryl streep, colin firth and amanda seyfried on an island, got them drunk and asked them to sing abba songs in the campest way possible that’s LITERALLY. IT. by this point you have to just assume that you’re the problem.

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softwaring:

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sunsbleeding:

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truelovevip:

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

(via days-of-luna)

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kafkasapartment:
“Le Manège de nuit et fête foraine, c. 1890. Ferdinand du Puigaudeau, 1864-1930. Oil on canvas.
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littlegaywolf:

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afterall, feeling understood is the greatest form of love.

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barstoolblues:

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307 dead 1,245 injured

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womansfilm:

And again and again I have to remind myself that the whole art of life is to lean on people, to involve oneself with them quite fearlessly and yet – when the props are kicked away –remain leaning, as it were, on empty air. Like levitation.ALT

Christopher Isherwood’s diaries, September 8, 1960

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THEME.