saulpunk:

teenage preppy alien

punkrogers:

desperate devotion | rebel hearts yearn for rebel leaders and you just don’t know when to quit (so you never do)

the funeral - band of horses // seasons (waiting for you) - future islands // pull me down - mikky ekko // sheep in wolves clothing - little hurricane // show me what i’m looking for - carolina liar // lover of the light - mumford & sons // skinny love - bon iver // icarus - bastille // i gave you all - mumford & sons // the only hope for me is you - gavin mikhail // drunken lament - ludo // gone gone gone - phillip phillips // one last time - jaymes young // running up that hill - james gilmour // all who remain - beware of darkness // i will follow you into the dark - george blagden

analghesic:

ph. marthe sobczak

Wanderlust: 
Burano, Italy. Island of Venice
A quiet, delightful island with picturesque pastel-colored houses.

oeste:

unstartling:

you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil

that’s really unsanitary please don’t write on people’s hearts can you imagine how much it would hurt for someone to stab you with a pencil in the heart like i’m pretty sure that’s how they killed a vampire once on buffy

voguelovesme:

Daga Ziober & Holly Rose by Ben Hassett for Vogue Russia Dec 2013

lollipvps:

The thing is when you’re bisexual, you’re not really surprised when a straight person is biphobic. Sure it sucks and you’re like “well fuck you too dude” to whoever the prick is; but it’s not so astonishing.

Biphobic gay people on the other hand, actually hurt like a motherfucker. Like bro you’re supposed to be on my side??? Like even “my people” can’t accept me?? That hurts so much more than some random dude who expects a threesome.

summerlilac:

Rococo Couple by Eugene Grivaz.

anthonyedwardstarks:

During rehearsals, Brad Pitt and Edward Norton found out that they both hated the new Volkswagen Beetle with a passion, and for the scene where Tyler and The Narrator are hitting cars with baseball bats, Pitt and Norton insisted that one of the cars be a Beetle. As Norton explains on the DVD commentary, he hates the car because the Beetle was one of the primary symbols of 60s youth culture and freedom. However, the youth of the 60s had become the corporate bosses of the 90s, and had repackaged the symbol of their own youth, selling it to the youth of another generation as if it didn’t mean anything. Both Norton and Pitt felt that this kind of corporate selling out was exactly what the film was railing against, hence the inclusion of the car; “It’s a perfect example of the Baby Boomer generation marketing its youth culture to us. As if our happiness is going to come by buying the symbol of their youth movement, even with the little flower holder in the plastic molding. It’s appalling to me. I hate it.” 

adrieldaniel:

“There’s no prayer like desire.”

― Tom Waits

Oh, Clara. Oh, you are beautiful. Beautiful, fragile human skin.

rosaluxmemeburg:

I’ve noticed recently some people have been trying to use memes “humorously” and I’d just like to say, please do not do this. Memes are not “jokes”, they’re not “funny”, and you should take them seriously.

peggingwithstyles:

travisdodgeunwritten:

peggingwithstyles:

i find it interesting that when it comes to liking girls I’m just like GIRLS ALL GIRLS YES PERFECT GIRLS but with boys i’m like you must fit criteria 1-9 but 9 is optional only if you completely fill criteria 10-13 with a non-optional essay on 21st century sexism due by 5am

I don’t call that interesting. More like “prejudice” “discrimination” or “inherent bias”

could someone please come pick up their crying child

"

their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”

“Carlos—what’s genocide?”

they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
is pregnant.

I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”

“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”

“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”

…what’s genocide?

they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them

…what’s genocide?

Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him

…what’s genocide?

Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade

…what’s genocide?

she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal

…what’s genocide?
…what’s genocide?

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Luz, this…
this right here…
is genocide.”

"


Carlos Andres Gomez; “What’s Genocide?” (via oncewild)

stalia week ✿ day two: favorite scene

favorite scene → 4x11
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