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Marc Jacobs Street Style
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Holiday beauty inspo– Moncler Gamme Rouge FW 13
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Hayley Williams’ New Tattoo (Chad Gilbert’s Initials) & Close Up Engagement Ring
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Schwimmer Money
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amoret · 8 years
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masters of none:
me: oh aziz is so goofy this gonna be great
masters of none: [is hella funny and current but also addresses various racial, sexual, and gender stereotypes in a serious way]
me: well damn
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by Igor Cibulsky
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was an amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantine and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath (via swerves)
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Rollacoaster Magazine
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This part literally put me in tears. TEARS.
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Leia in The Force Awakens Trailer
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<3 | via Tumblr op <a href=“http://weheartit.com/entry/157102430/via/raggedypond?utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=image_share&utm_source=tumblr”>We Heart It
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