sinteresi:

Carlo Mollino.

sinteresi:

Carlo Mollino.

whizpered:

the purpose of traveling

whizpered:

the purpose of traveling

Tim’s the man.

Tim’s the man.

vaginal-erection:

do-i-wanna-know:

what the fuck is this though seriously

a good fucking time thats what

vaginal-erection:

do-i-wanna-know:

what the fuck is this though seriously

a good fucking time thats what

Brian Dickens recorded another album! Check it out, and pass it on!

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen

If you don’t know what to do with your life, take some of this advice from this 90’s song.

taggedrne:

i’ll have the 400 piece chicken mcnuggets and a small diet coke

i’ll have what she’s having, but make that soda a water. i need to watch my calorie intake, since i’ll be having an ice cream sundae for dessert.

flihrty:

 ☆ gypsy/indie blog ☆

flihrty:

 ☆ gypsy/indie blog ☆

bridgetj0nes:

melted into a puddle of death on the floor, rip me

lizemeddings:

even a sad ghost can’t be sad all of the time.

lizemeddings:

even a sad ghost can’t be sad all of the time.

To This Day Project - Shane Koyczan

Life was not easy, nor was it happy, but she did not expect life to be easy, and, if it was not happy, that was woman’s lot. It was a man’s world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him. Men were rough of speech and often drunk. Women ignored the lapses of speech and put the drunkards to bed without bitter words. Men were rude and outspoken, women were always kind, gracious and forgiving.
Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind (via observando)

muchymozzarella:

afunnyfeminist:

ghastderp:

i love sir patrick stewart more with each passing day.

See, guys. This is how you do it. Notice the words “Not all men are like that” are never spoken.

He knows men are like that

his father was like that to his mother

he has experienced the pain firsthand, of what it’s like when men are like that

and he never wants men to be like that again and he fights tooth and nail against the men who are still like that

And moreover, he acknowledges his privilege [as an older white male who is famous/well known] and uses it to speak up. He knows what he is, and he never has to say he’s not like those men he fights against—he never says it, his actions speak loud enough for everyone else to see it.