Showing up to work on a Tuesday like… @StarWars #TheLastJedi
Sade Olutola
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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tannertan36
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titsay
Claire Keane
Game of Thrones Daily
The Bowery Presents

pixel skylines

gracie abrams
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

@theartofmadeline
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
Misplaced Lens Cap
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
One Nice Bug Per Day
occasionally subtle
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@tallulah1198
Showing up to work on a Tuesday like… @StarWars #TheLastJedi
see you around, kid
Anna Karenina (2012) dir. Joe Wright
anna karenina (2012)
The Danish Girl (2015)
Jared Leto - Black & White
Le amo.
Black Mirror -1x02 “Fifteen Million Merits”
You pull a face and poke it towards the stage and la-di-da we sing and dance and tumble around and all you see up here, it’s not people, you don’t see people up here, it’s all fodder. And the faker the fodder is the more you love it because fake fodder’s the only thing that works anymore, fake fodder is all that we can stomach — actually not quite all. Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take. Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole and we’ll laugh ourselves feral cause we’ve earned the right, we’ve done cell time and he’s slacking the scum so ha ha ha at him. Cause we’re so out of our minds with desperation we don’t know any better. All we know is fake fodder and buying shit. That’s how we speak to each other, how we express ourselves is buying shit. Show us something real and free and beautiful– you couldn’t. It’d break us, we’re too numb for it, our minds would choke. There’s only so much wonder we can bear, that’s why when you find any wonder whatsoever you dole it out in meager portions, and only then til it’s augmented and packaged and pumped through ten thousand pre-assigned filters, til it’s nothing more than a meaningless series of lights, while we ride day-in, day-out — going where? Powering what? All tiny cells in tiny screens and bigger cells in bigger screens and fuck you. Fuck you, that’s what it boils down to is fuck you. Fuck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces and fuck you all, for taking the one thing I ever came close to anything real about anything.
Current dig before my workout 👍
Thom Yorke’s Rolling Stone Japan cover, dewatermarked (x)
Evenstar Choker