#f2016

[dhuketastic-blog]

why I think saying “f*ck 2016″ is stupid

...and full disclosure, I use a strong word like stupid because constantly mincing your words gets old... 

Saying that an entire year was crap, or saying f*ck 2016 is in my opinion no different than saying “everything happens for a reason” which is a piece of waffle I despise for how it causes people to assign responsibility for failure, unhappiness and dissatisfaction to an abstract entity, absolving them of any of the blame for things not working out the way they wanted. 

A year (like 2016, 2017, or any other assortment of numbers) is a worldwide agreed upon demarcation of time, which otherwise without said agreement would be a thing we meandered through without thinking that the way things happened and their manner had anything to do with having had occurred in said particular time frame. Bad things happen all the time, unplanned things happen all the time. We fall down. We make mistakes. Things don’t work out. People pass on - it’s sad as hell but it’s a part of life, and when I see people posting this sort of thing I see them avoiding life, as opposed to meeting it head on, like you’re supposed to.

An entire year of your life isn’t ruined because one awful thing happened in one week, and for goodness sake don’t be one of those people putting gigantic amounts of pressure on themselves to kick off a new year to a super solid start, and then positing their success or failure as a portent for how that year is good or bad. 

[nytr54]

Happy New Years !!! What's good 2017. #2017betterbelit#f2016#newyear.sameme #letitbegin#model#wilhelmina (at Milan, Italy)

[thesokmengblog-blog]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWBNbcaf7PI)

[elenainlovewithf1andparis]

Auguri al più gran figo mai apparso in Formula 1. Buon compleanno Hulkie 💚🎂🎈🎉. Anche se hai quelle scarpe con le luci, avrai sempre un posto speciale nel mio cuore.

[kellycomarketing]

Babes in the woods... Zara Fall 2016 Campaign featuring Fredrikke Sofie, Damaris Goddrie, Julia Banas and Caitie Greene. Photographed by Mario Sorrenti.

[purelyhxrry]

when i close my eyes by purelyhxrry

Harry thinks of all the times he’s been scared. Most days he was, most of the time. He thinks back to the trip to Charleston, to everything between that day and now, all the time he was scared. He realizes with a start that he is not the same man he once was. He realizes that fear is still a part of his entire being, and most likely always will be. And he realizes that he ran from most things that made him scared. But he also realizes that he became stronger, more independent, that he answered some of his own questions and fell in love along the way, once or twice, because eventually he learned to accept this: that fear is a part of life. That running makes you healthier, stronger. And that when you reach the end of a race, and you cross the finish line, you don’t need to keep running towards the next marathon. You can stop. You can smell the roses.

[purelyhxrry]

The Boy with the Red Scarf.

by blahthelarry

It’s 1925 and Harry has left his small home to chase after his father’s footsteps. He wants to be a movie star, make money to keep his family comfortable just like his mother had told him his father had. But when he makes it to Chicago, he finds that people aren’t what they seem. The parties are grand, the women charming, and the money rolls. What he doesn’t understand is that behind that beautiful mask of a city there is something lurking in the shadows.

Starring Harry as a struggling actor and Louis as Al Capone.

READ IT HERE.