apatows:

so guys today i’m switching over to my new blog for good today so everyone go follow it i’m not deleting this blog so if you want to go ahead and unfollow me that’s fine
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so guys today i’m switching over to my new blog for good today so everyone go follow it i’m not deleting this blog so if you want to go ahead and unfollow me that’s fine


so guys today i’m switching over to my new blog for good today so everyone go follow it i’m not deleting this blog so if you want to go ahead and unfollow me that’s fine
👍


australiansanta:

some of you are so shallow basing who you want to date purely off looks, you have to consider other qualities about the person too like do they have lots of money, do they drive a nice car etc


i’m going to see a scary movie tonight with a cute boy and i really want to put my hands down his pants hopefully that happens cross your fingers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


girlannachronism:

Giambattista Valli fall 2014 couture backstage photographed by Schohaja

girlannachronism:

Giambattista Valli fall 2014 couture backstage photographed by Schohaja


katara:

I get really pissed off when people think Zayn isn’t the hottest member of One Direction like why are people taste so bad? Why would you pick the frog prince Harry? Why do you think that blonde hobbit is cute? You could swap Liam with an Enchilada and it would take 45 minutes to notice, and whats that others ones name? 


hotdadcalendar:

This is my favorite thing I’ve ever read about Aubrey Plaza

hotdadcalendar:

This is my favorite thing I’ve ever read about Aubrey Plaza


septemberwildflowers:

art meme: 3/? colors: rose

Frederic Leighton - Elijah in the Wilderness; Alphonse Mucha - Rose; John Singer-Sargent - Mrs Carl Meyer and her ChildrenFrançois-Hubert Drouais - Portrait de Femme; François-Hubert Drouais - Madame du BarryAnton Raphael Mengs - Maria Luisa of Parma; Edgar Degas - The Pink Dancer; Edward Robert Hughes - Juliette Gordon Low; Gustave Jean Jaquet - Portrait of a Lady


luminoussea:

“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”

The Alchemy: Salt from Water