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perfh:

i can hear the kids over the road making a movie

'STAND LIKE SOLDIERS!!!'

'we're the best actors ever!!'

'three, two, one, action!'

this is so cute!!!!!

Xiao Wen Ju by Matt Irwin

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lara stone by erik torsensson for industrie magazine #7

lara stone by erik torsensson for industrie magazine #7

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supermodelgif:

Karen Elson & Edie Campbell in Dolce & Gabbana Haute Couture photographed with Atlas The Lion by Tim Walker LOVE #10

supermodelgif:

Karen Elson & Edie Campbell in Dolce & Gabbana Haute Couture photographed with Atlas The Lion by Tim Walker LOVE #10

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lykkeli:

Lykke Li | Sleeping Alone

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pokemon-personalities:

an aesthetic that will never go out of style: making others feel loved, needed, and important 

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MAISON MARTIN MARGIELA spring/summer 2015 
MAISON MARTIN MARGIELA
spring/summer 2015 

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allisonilene:

sadhailey:

HANDS DOWN THE BEST SCENE OF ANY TV SHOW EVER

YES

allisonilene:

sadhailey:

HANDS DOWN THE BEST SCENE OF ANY TV SHOW EVER

YES

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bemyghoulfriend:

rowland s howard is my number one favourite

bemyghoulfriend:

rowland s howard is my number one favourite

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Gucci, American Vogue, May 1998.

Gucci, American Vogue, May 1998.

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  • when people don't sit next to me on the bus: offended and relieved
  • when someone sits next to me: irritated yet flattered
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
Caitlin Moran  (via beauxgart)

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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.

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