Imogen Poots - So It Goes Magazine - Issue 3
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Imogen Poots - So It Goes Magazine - Issue 3
my tc said "we wont tell anyone i used to be ur teacher at university"
me, logically: it’s never gonna happen the tiny hopeful goblin in my brain: but what if it did
this nigga about to beat off
Bradley Cooper reading Lolita to his 19 yr old girlfriend is everything I could ever want in my life
The Virgin Annunciate; Florentine School 16th centuryÂ
Jason Schwartzman y Wes Anderson en el rodaje de Rushmore.
results day is in 4 days and i want to get into oxford so bad pray for me
For the law is a light on a hill, calling to its breast all those in search of justice.
‘Everyone’s a nut! Everyone’s a nut!’
'I know the feeling.’
'You do?’
'I do.’
Crying leads you through concentric rings of sadness. You close your eyes and travel outwards through a vortex that draws you towards the saddest thing of all. And the saddest thing of all isn’t anything but sadness. It’s too big to see or name. Approaching it’s like seeing God. It makes you crazy. Because as you fall you start to feel yourself approaching someplace from which it will not be possible to retrace your steps back out — it’s much too large and ancient. There are too many parts of other people in it for one person to absorb. Grief is information.
Chris Kraus, Aliens & Anorexia (via sonnywortzik)