Enigmatic Graffiti

Some people have real problems. I am not one of those people

July 24, 2014 at 9:21pm
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amandlapower:

hiya friends welcome to my new tumblr :))

this is my gal Kiernan and I shot by Daria Kobayashi Ritch.

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6:07pm
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suicideblonde:

Cher

those cheekbones though

suicideblonde:

Cher

those cheekbones though

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4:19pm
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I remember my son once asked me, “Did you ever, like, kiss in high school?” And I told him this long drawn-out story of how shy I was, how I finally got a girlfriend but she broke up with me because I was too shy to try to kiss her, and then I had another girlfriend but still couldn’t figure out kissing. The technique was always a big obstacle in my head, like, How do you kiss? Where does your chin go? Forget about anything beyond kissing-first base was a total mystery to me. So I’m telling my son this long story, and he listens patiently until he finally realizes where I’m going with it, and he says, “Dad, no-did you like Kiss in high school? Kiss, the band!” And I was, “Oh yeah, Kiss…they were good.”

— Steve Buscemi  (via laurenraelle)

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4:14pm
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4:12pm
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suicideblonde:

Morticia Addams realness

suicideblonde:

Morticia Addams realness

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11:30am
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Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.

And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time…

Or sometimes, even when you were still loving, still falling, you’d wake up in the middle of the night, when the moonlight was coming through the window onto his sleeping face, making the shadows in the sockets of his eyes darker and more cavernous than in daytime, and you’d think, Who knows what they do, on their own or with other men? Who knows what they say or where they are likely to go? Who can tell what they really are? Under their daily-ness.

Likely you would think at those times: What if he doesn’t love me?

— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via madshadysituations)

2:21am
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Reblogged from deggowaffles

deggowaffles:

Some of my favorite Bat-Art in honor of Batman Day.

Credit:

  1. Phil Noto Batman x Wonder Woman
  2. Batman by Michael Latimer
  3. SUPERMAN & BATMAN
    By JK Moore & Burcham (1983)
  4. The Bat
    The Long Halloween #2 (January 1997)
    "Thanksgiving"
    Art by Tim Sale
  5. BATMAN: YEAR ONE
    by David Mazzucchelli

July 23, 2014 at 3:16pm
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shutupanddiehl:

#aesthetic goals

shutupanddiehl:

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July 22, 2014 at 3:40am
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July 21, 2014 at 8:39pm
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Reblogged from a-lionsheart-deactivated2014012

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

— Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via theremina)

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8:35pm
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Reblogged from wordsnquotes

Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.

— Sun Tzu, The Art of War (via wordsnquotes)

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7:57pm
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lalondes:

wes anderson movies taught me that fucked up horrifying tragic living circumstances are no excuse not to carefully maintain a cute pastoral aesthetic at all times

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6:01pm
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pre1923:

"Only until this cigarette is ended" Sonnets by Edna St. Vincent MillaySecond April, 1921

pre1923:

"Only until this cigarette is ended"
Sonnets by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Second April, 1921

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12:38am
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myloveisdrivenbydownloads:

uptownhags:

Laura Marling | Nowhere to Hide/What Can Be Done? (San Francisco)

I’ll die, it’s been said, of a kiss from God. 
What a way to go

Download

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July 20, 2014 at 10:39pm
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Reblogged from strandbooks

strandbooks:

Underlined passage, Seletected Tales and Sketches by Nathaniel Hawthorne, page 408.