Balloon sellers in Afghanistan
[sources: 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06]love these - the contrast of the landscape and colors and the way the light hits the balloons is beautiful.
Early Summer In Portland
Everyone: OH MY GOD, have you been outside?! It’s literally 4000 degrees and Santa Claus is handing out free ice cream!! Everyone you’ve ever pined for is having sex on top of piles of money!! They’re waiting for you to join so they can heal the sting of every rejection you’ve ever felt with kisses and cuddles! Rashida Jones is there in a hella cute vintage dress, and she brought MAD WEED! There’s live music and a dunking booth and corgis playing scrabble!
Why aren’t you HERE?!
Me: *Stares at pile of five late assignments”
*Realizes joints are too sore to even go on an Old Person jaunt around the neighborhood today*
*Drinks espresso*
*Shakes fist at a nonexistant god*
When you stand and share your story in an empowering way, your story will heal you and your story will heal somebody else.
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| — | Iyanla Vanzant (via oceanghosts) |
I love Los Angeles. I know a lot of people go there and they see just a huge sprawl of sameness. But when you’re there for a while, you realize that each section has its own mood. The golden age of cinema is still alive there, in the smell of jasmine at night and the beautiful weather. And the light is inspiring and energizing. Even with smog, there’s something about that light that’s not harsh, but bright and smooth. It fills me with the feeling that all possibilites are available. I don’t know why. It’s different from the light in other places. The light in Philadelphia, even in the summer, is not nearly as bright. It was the light that brought everybody to L.A. to make films in the early days. It’s still a beautiful place.
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Catching The Big Fish by David Lynch (via bbook.) |
WOMEN: please wear high heels unless you don’t know how to walk in high heels in which case stay home and softly gnaw on bottles of shampoo
also please show no less than 64.87% of your boob and no more than 27.94%
stop having arms
when people ask you to smile, blowjob them
my tummy itches make that stop
i will think of new problems for you to have tomorrow
This post, every time.
I don’t laugh at jokes that aren’t funny, I don’t clap for horrible fucked up speeches, I don’t talk to people I hate. Tired of being a Nice Girl. Tired of humoring shitty ass men.
