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booooooom:

Leon Chew
Jul 29, 2014 / 636 notes
d-0-p-p-e-l-g-a-n-g-e-r:

 untitled by Alyssa Ioannou on Flickr.
Jul 29, 2014 / 11,437 notes
weirdvintage:

Alfred Hitchcock eating a pretzel at the premiere of Psycho, 1960 

same
Jul 27, 2014 / 1,041 notes

weirdvintage:

Alfred Hitchcock eating a pretzel at the premiere of Psycho, 1960 

same

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I smashed my self-facing camera on my phone accidentally
Makes for some pretty ethereal selfies
Jul 26, 2014 / 4 notes

I smashed my self-facing camera on my phone accidentally
Makes for some pretty ethereal selfies

#me
Jul 26, 2014 / 4,161 notes
allcreatures:

Picture: Scott Cromwell/Solent News (via Pictures of the day: 25 July 2014 - Telegraph)

GPOY
Jul 26, 2014 / 895 notes

allcreatures:

Picture: Scott Cromwell/Solent News (via Pictures of the day: 25 July 2014 - Telegraph)

GPOY

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Jul 26, 2014 / 14,381 notes

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Jul 25, 2014 / 80,197 notes
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Jul 20, 2014 / 30,244 notes

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art-centric:

Arthur Hacker - The Parasol
Jul 20, 2014 / 20 notes

art-centric:

Arthur Hacker - The Parasol

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10bullets:

Azure Sky, Opalescent Clouds (by alkanphel)
Jul 20, 2014 / 287 notes

10bullets:

Azure Sky, Opalescent Clouds (by alkanphel)

This looks ridiculous but I kind of love it?? I have a lot of questions…
Jul 20, 2014 / 619 notes

This looks ridiculous but I kind of love it?? I have a lot of questions…

Jul 19, 2014 / 14,190 notes

gaydicks420:

shuckl:

shuckl:

shuckl:

untapped aesthetic: surrealist jock

a varsity jacket but it has three arms and it’s melting

your football shoulder pads have grass growing out of them and they constantly hum

you shove nerds not into lockers, but into other planes of existence. your football is always singing, singing, singing. the astroturf changes colors beneath you, and whispers the name of every person you’ve ever loved.

(via queerqueerspawn)

Memory is mortal. Some evenings, Billie Holiday lays her sick rose in my ears.
Some evenings I catch myself
far from myself, weeping.
Antonio Gamoneda, from Arden las Pérdidas (Tusquets, 2003) via Memory’s Landscape. (via literarymiscellany)

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Jul 18, 2014 / 218 notes