andreii-tarkovsky:

in the mood for clean! 

andreii-tarkovsky:

in the mood for clean! 

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officialronstoppable:

i might be fake but at least i never turned on gabriella to impress my basketball team : /

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detailsofpaintings:


Willliam-Adolphe Bouguereau, L’Aurore
1881

detailsofpaintings:

Willliam-Adolphe Bouguereau, L’Aurore

1881

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fluttering-slips:

She Shrugs

I do not. Snow piles up outside the kitchen window. Feta cheese.

Cucumber, sliced thinly. Olive oil. Pita. Get on a plane. Visit me. From
France, Italy, New Mexico. A lover warned me once to be more patient. I
emailed my doctor this morning. My left ankle swells at night. Doesn’t
throb though. Ibuprofen. Some water. Lukewarm. I might have married
once if not for bells and cellos and leashes. And affairs. There’s something
lost in the transcription of beauty. Trust. Champagne. The average person
shrugs forty times a day. Let’s travel. Everything turns up straw. How
much I want you. How much a boat. How much a box, a mouth. A tongue-
tied jester. How much I eat when I close my eyes. How much you are gone
now and I’m not. How much bread I really need. A blue pillow where I rest
my head. At night. And in the morning I think how I’ll sell my blood to pay
the rent, how I’ll pull my hair and trade it to the wind.

Gary McDowell

You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around, you know, like the moment seizes us.
Richard Linklater, Boyhood

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screenshotsofdespair:

via bokunokanshou

screenshotsofdespair:

via bokunokanshou

My grandfather died with his gaze fixed on a land imprisoned behind a fence. A land whose skin they had changed from wheat, sesame, maize, watermelons, and honeydews to tough apples. My grandfather died counting sunsets, seasons, and heartbeats on the fingers of his withered hands. He dropped like a fruit forbidden a branch to lean its age against. They destroyed his heart.
Maḥmoūd Darwīsh, Memory for Forgetfulness (via goneril-and-regan)

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smokingjointswithmileycyrus:

relationship goal: a relationship

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unicornthots:

…there simply was not enough tea.

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