tempura prawns

it's a love thing, no?

[boringangel]

olivia de recat for the new yorker

[socialistexan]

The dog one :(

[bowie28]

I would kiss you if I could.

[thedailystyles]

05/27/18

[hakuteeth]

Harry Styles Live on Tour - Backstage 

[thedailystyles]

Harry_Styles: Santiago, Live On Tour.

[waiataaroha-deactivated20200524]

[mortalpractice]

Our not-love is like a man running down a mountain, who, if he dares to try to stop, falls over— my hands wanted to touch your hands because we had hands. —Frank Bidart, from “In the Western Night,” Half-light

[quitefinished]

Poem to First Love

To have been told “I love you” by you could well be, for me, the highlight of my life, the best feeling, the best peak on my feeling graph, in the way that the Chrysler building might not be the tallest building in the NY sky but is the best, the most exquisitely spired, or the way that Hank Aaron’s career home-run total is not the highest but the best, the one that signifies the purest greatness. So improbable!  To have met you at all and then to have been told in your soft young voice so soon after meeting you: “I love you.”  And I felt the mystery of being that you, of being a you and being loved, and what I was, instantly, was someone who could be told “I love you” by someone like you. I was, in that moment, new; you were 19; I was 22; you were impulsive; I was there in front of you, with a future that hadn’t yet been burned for fuel; I had energy; you had beauty; and your eyes were a pale blue, and they backed what you said with all they hadn’t seen, and they were the least ambitious eyes I’d known, the least calculating, and when you spoke and when they shone, perhaps you saw the feeling you caused. Perhaps you saw too that the feeling would stay.

- Matthew Yeager

[clown-gender]

“Are we going to thrive? Are we going to thrive, Goosey, or are we going to wither? Are we going to thrive within the framework of the system or in spite of it? Ouch! That’s right, Goosey. I feel pain. I feel many types of pain.”

—My dad talking to our dog, Goose, first thing in the morning

[5000letters]

We missed it. Those sun-drenched bodies, love like honey into each other’s mouths. We kissed like we were licking spoons clean. We lost it but God, I’ll think of you. I’ll think of you there. I promise.

Azra T., “Halcyon Days” (via clarz)

[latex-salesman]

[realhumanbaby]

[ponytailcoby]

tfw you unexpectedly see your ex

[gotham]

[jhholtzmann-deactivated20190111]

#he watches steve so closely#and that’s not really adoration in his expression#no#that’s determination#and resolve#because even though steve’s not that skinny kid anymore#bucky looks at him like he’s something to protect at all costs#serum be damned#this is a war zone not an alley in brooklyn anymore#and bucky still sees it as his job to be the tough one#so he steps up his game#because he’s still the one that’s gonna pull steve out of this mess#so in a way#steve has always been bucky’s mission (x)

[definitelynotathespian]

Just stop please I’m begging you

[buckybarnesss]

#the worst/best part of this movie#is watching the moment where steve loses his innocence#steve’s enjoying what they’re doing#as much as one can enjoy war#he’s useful#he’s getting to do his part#and he’s finally got the ability to do it#a body that does things that are superhuman to him#and then bucky falls#and takes that version of steve with him#there’s a reason those reels in tws are the last time we see steve really truly happy#bucky’s death makes steve realize that captain america might be damn well invincible#but steve rogers had so much to lose (via linzeestyle)

[trancowboy]

@atticuos

[harryzayn]

Moodboards // 90′s vibes.

[mr-styles]

Harry on the TODAY Show.

[agonyandagony]

Bars Poetica

This is the story I’ve tried to tell. Guy exists. Father mother sister brother. Oh pretty stars, oh bastard moon I see you watching me. The trembling years leading to sex, the trembling sex. Death as garnish. Death as male lead, female lead, death as a cast of thousands. God in, on, as, with, to, around, because who knows because. All the while feeling air’s a quilt of tongues, that spaces between words are more articulate than words. It’s not like you’d hope, that anyone can make sense. Look around you, let your ears breathe deep — almost no one does. Have another drink. When they throw us out there’s a place down the street that never closes, after that we’ll climb a fire escape and praise the genealogy of light. The Big Bang sounds like what it was, the fucking that got everything under way. That love was there from the start is all I’ve been trying to say.

- Bob Hicok