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loverofbeauty: Saul Leiter

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:55:09 +1000

loverofbeauty:

Saul Leiter

The butterflies you nursed in your stomach gave birth to wasps.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:54:38 +1000

The butterflies you nursed in your stomach gave birth to wasps.

volcanize: This Explains Everything I’m really proud of this...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:53:06 +1000

volcanize:

This Explains Everything

I’m really proud of this one guys

"Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you...."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:06:50 +1000

“Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.”

- Tyler Durden (via devinisjustadaytoremeber)

spykidstwo: If you want proof that gun control works just look at the fact that in Australia people...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:53:22 +1000

spykidstwo:

If you want proof that gun control works just look at the fact that in Australia people have now twice tried to assassinate the prime minister with sandwiches

ous-e: Sigur Rós - Fjögur píanó I really don’t understand this...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:52:32 +1000

ous-e:

Sigur Rós - Fjögur píanó

I really don’t understand this video at all but it makes me so, so sad.

rosettes: Anna Karina on the set of Pierrot le Fou directed by...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:50:59 +1000

rosettes:

Anna Karina on the set of Pierrot le Fou directed by Jean-Luc Godard, 1965

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:50:45 +1000

upgraders: “r u a top or a bottom”what do you mean like bunk beds or mario kart or what

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:49:26 +1000

upgraders:

“r u a top or a bottom”

what do you mean like bunk beds or mario kart or what

k4rkl3s: blaze it, i whisper as i light my homework on fire

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:48:59 +1000

k4rkl3s:

blaze it, i whisper as i light my homework on fire

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:48:05 +1000

maddynorris: A soldier and a local girl share a chocolate bar...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:47:46 +1000

maddynorris:

A soldier and a local girl share a chocolate bar and cigarettes, 1946.

"A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life"

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:47:14 +1000

“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life”

- Coco Avant Chanel (via delicateswans)

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:46:52 +1000

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:45:27 +1000

"She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:44:27 +1000

“She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.”

- Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bones (via weaverofstars)

I don’t know, I don’t knowWhat’s taking over me.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:44:11 +1000

I don’t know, I don’t know
What’s taking over me.

If this was the 19th century my family would have sold me to a nice rich boy by now and everyone...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:14:08 +1000

If this was the 19th century my family would have sold me to a nice rich boy by now and everyone would be happy

"If they label you soft, feather weight and white-livered, if the locker room tosses back its sweaty..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:27:50 +1000

“

If they label you soft, feather weight and white-livered,
if the locker room tosses back its sweaty head,
and laughs at how quiet your hands stay,
if they come to trample the dandelions roaring in your throat,
you tell them that you were forged inside of a woman
who had to survive fifteen different species of disaster
to bring you here,
and you didn’t come to piss on trees.
You ain’t nobody’s thick-necked pitbull boy,
don’t need to prove yourself worthy of this inheritance
of street-corner logic, this
blood legend, this
index of catcalls, “three hundred ways to turn a woman
into a three course meal”, this
legacy of shame, and man,
and pillage, and man,
and rape, and man.

You boy.
You won’t be some girl’s slit wrists dazzling the bathtub,
won’t be some girl’s,
“I didn’t ask for it but he gave it to me anyway”,
the torn skirt panting behind the bedroom door,
some father’s excuse to polish his gun.
If they say, “Take what you want”, you tell them
you already have everything you need;
you come from scabbed knuckles
and women who never stopped swinging,
you come men who drank away their life savings,
and men who raised daughters alone.
You come from love you gotta put your back into,
elbow-grease loving like slow-dancing on dirty linoleum,
you come from that house of worship.
Boy, I dare you to hold something like that.

Love whatever feels most like your grandmother’s cooking.
Love whatever music looks best on your feet.
Whatever woman beckons your blood to the boiling point,
you treat her like she is the god of your pulse,
you treat her like you would want your father to treat me:
I dare you to be that much man one day.
That you would give up your seat on the train
to the invisible women, juggling babies and groceries.
That you would hold doors, and say thank-you,
and understand that women know they are beautiful
without you having to yell it at them from across the street.

The day I hear you call a woman a “bitch”
is the day I dig my own grave.
See how you feel writing that eulogy.
And if you are ever left with your love’s skin trembling under your nails,
if there is ever a powder-blue heart
left for dead on your doorstep,
and too many places in this city that remind you of her tears,
be gentle when you drape the remains of your lives in burial cloth.
Don’t think yourself mighty enough to turn her into a poem,
or a song,
or some other sweetness to soften the blow,
boy,
I dare you to break like that.

You look too much like your mother not to.

”

- “For My Son”
Eboni Hogan [x] (via weaverofstars)

5000letters: “Keep talking,” she said “your voice it turns me into a thunderstorm.”

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:25:32 +1000

5000letters:

“Keep talking,” she said
“your voice
it turns me into a thunderstorm.”