Crying over spilt milk
I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they’re going.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via slydig)

Ahhhhh, I actually loved this book

hey-ryan-gosling:

Ryan Gosling AlphabetDogGeorge
“George is the great love of my life. Normally, I take him everywhere, I have special paperwork so he can travel with me wherever I go. Can we just talk about George? George is way more interesting than I am.”

theclearlydope:

Annnnd I wore my green shirt.
via

theclearlydope:

Annnnd I wore my green shirt.

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nosdrinker:

look at this. look at this. i’m so happy

nosdrinker:

look at this. look at this. i’m so happy

tarmachan:

reservoir-devotchkas:

cream—-soda:

john hughes is a beautiful person, pass it on

that man needs a medal

ironinomicon:

mineralists:

RhodochrositeHuachocolpa Mine, Peru

wow it’s a rock made out of roses this is soft grunge as fuck

ironinomicon:

mineralists:

Rhodochrosite
Huachocolpa Mine, Peru

wow it’s a rock made out of roses this is soft grunge as fuck

tyleroakley:

JAVERT.

tyleroakley:

JAVERT.

niknak79:

Super selfie

niknak79:

Super selfie

jesusiswhatthisworldneeds:

I think that’s pretty sad. Like shouldn’t we care about things that actually matter Instead of a stupid word?

jesusiswhatthisworldneeds:

I think that’s pretty sad. Like shouldn’t we care about things that actually matter Instead of a stupid word?

Oprah seemed like she was giving me the cold shoulder. She was with Iman (Bowie). Iman was always dancing with me, hugging and kissing me, but Oprah seemed really p*ssed off with me. Also she made this huge speech at the ball praising Lady Gaga and about how she (Lady Gaga) is helping Americans to be the best of themselves. There’s millions of other Americans who represent that for me. Is (it) about numbers? About how much you’re selling? Is it truly about the journey? Because (Lady Gaga’s) journey isn’t that difficult: to go from the f*cking Upper East Side to a f*cking performing arts school and on to a stage at the museum of f*cking wherever. That journey’s about four miles.
M.I.A. (via pluristhereward)
legendary:

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