“why are you using men’s body wash” maybe I wanna smell like a fuckin pine tree idk why are you gendering soaps

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“why are you using men’s body wash” maybe I wanna smell like a fuckin pine tree idk why are you gendering soaps
Everything you do doesn’t need to be seen or heard.
@kushandwizdom (via perfect)
45 Years (Andrew Haigh, 2015)
american but amerishouldn’t
Can this be our foreign policy from now on
I think “Only lovers left alive” was the last movie I saw of John Hurt, here’s my little tribute to a great actor.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas (Country sleep and other poems 1952)
I hate it, I hate it so much. God help us.
7.30.15 // 4:21 am - journal
I couldn’t sleep last night, so I made things instead.
Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970)
I hate when people tell me I need to ‘get out of my comfort zone’ I don’t even have a comfort zone. I am literally always uncomfortable
Claude Monet