Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?"
— Before Sunrise (1995)
she isn’t a smoker, i watched a documentary about the photographer, this is her daughter and she always would take photos of her children and she thought of how out of place yet powerful the cigarette would look in her hands so she took this photo
(Source: nikolawashere, via mandacgroove)
Every cabin at Wolgan Valley has its own private pool with a view! I’m in love. (at Wolgan Valley Resort)
a haiku:
ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
(via jasminedaytona)
But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours (the average office worker gets less than three hours of actual work done in 8 hours) but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work.
We’ve been led into a culture that has been engineered to leave us tired, hungry for indulgence, willing to pay a lot for convenience and entertainment, and most importantly, vaguely dissatisfied with our lives so that we continue wanting things we don’t have. We buy so much because it always seems like something is still missing.
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Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed (via ratak-monodosico)
god damnit.
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FML
So I went out for drinks with some friends on Saturday night as I often do, and on the way home I stopped by Kroger to buy some Cheetos as I occasionally do, and Chris just reminded me that between Kroger and home I opened the bag of Cheetos and started throwing them in the street. When he told me to stop, I said, “I’M FEEDING THE HOMELESS” and then I saw a bunny near the road, threw a Cheeto at it and said, “EAT A CHEETO YOU BITCH” and started laughing maniacally
The shit my boyfriend puts up with sometimes
I wasn’t even remotely hungover the next day
ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES
I love this. It always annoyed me when a guy would say something like, “You like Iron & Wine!? ME, TOO!!!” as though that meant something special. You know how many other people in the world like Iron & Wine? THOUSANDS. MANY THOUSANDS.
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