wait...
so tumblr, you’re not going to tell us if she said yes?
Reveller
Thanks Seventeen magazine circa 2003, this is a question I ask myself all the time.
A few days ago, when I was trying to explain the difference between contemporary emo and turn of the century emo to Aly and Sarah, this was the picture I had in my mind. Yeah, I have to admit, 15 year old me definitely studied this.
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I was clicking my way around Wikipedia earlier when I stumbled onto these Japanese municipal flags, and I think I’m in love. There’s such a lovely, stark simplicity about them, in addition to looking like they could belong to invading alien races.
See also: Japanese prefecture flags.
superheroes.
“ Yes, there is an American New Wave and it’s exactly like the rest of America — casual, brilliant, spoiled, ironic, and devoutly youthful.
David Thomson on Spike Jonze. (via synecdoche)
via farm4.static.flickr.com
is it so wrong or so right that i shuddered with joy at the sight of this.
![gush.
thedailywhat:
Harry Potter Thing of the Day: Daniel Radcliffe and Ruper Grint meet for the first time on the set of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, c. 2000.
Photo taken by Potter film series producer David Heyman.
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Harry Potter Thing of the Day: Daniel Radcliffe and Ruper Grint meet for the first time on the set of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, c. 2000.
Photo taken by Potter film series producer David Heyman.
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DEALMAKER: You Have a Beard
Perhaps it is written into my lady DNA from centuries past. Whatever the reason: if you have a beard, I am 50% more likely to bone you. If you’re doing even one other thing right, your odds are now stupid favorable. Without even trying, your beard makes me think you have good taste in music, that your schlubby clothes are indie rock cool, and that you have the air of a potent, but gentle lover. Let’s do this, Mountain Man.
housecleaning poem
still trying to process the mountains of stuff dumped in my new room x the lovely little pile of my st. louis life that the spru so lovingly carried home for me.
normally, i’m not such a humungous fan of bukowski (his blatant misogyny gets on my nerves) but i am a fan of this….
nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and
force
to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly
inside.
nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but don’t, don’t, don’t.
just watch them.
listen to them.
do you want to be like that?
a faceless, mindless, heartless
being?
do you want to experience
death before death?
nobody can save you but
yourself
and you’re worth saving.
it’s a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it.
think about it.
think about saving your self.
