What's wrong with my head? Or is it your head? Am I just confused? Why am I stuck on you? You're not a fucking puzzle, you're a boy. With a beautiful mind. Get out, please. Let me be. la dolce vita

kassie-in-neverland:

theteaward:

In which the actors are their characters.

I liked this video by the thumbnail alone.

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tabortrillion:

jordanskindakool:

ifimeanalottoyou:

Drugs Under The Microscope

Woah

These are actually gorgeous

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"I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be."

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danielodowd:

untitled by Randy P. Martin on Flickr.

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thornsandwillows:

If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.

But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.

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that-style:

hijabiswag:

in 1914, a boy chained his bike to a tree, he never returned.

Coolest picture ever.

(Source: movie-addicted, via kaattiebuggg)

sublim-ature:

Alpe Veglia, ItalyGianluca Podestà
the pièce de résistance 
jordanvoth:

BC Ferry

tallulahblues:

I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

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