"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just ‘pretty’."
Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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"Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want."
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tulipnight:

Morning Awakening by James Neeley on Flickr.
1337tattoos:

Linda Tatoo
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1337tattoos:

Linda Tatoo

jonnovstheinternet:

misspelledlife:

SLAAAAY TORONTO IM SO PROUD OF THIS

I’m starting to think Canadians are the best people ever

sixpenceee:

I mentioned this is the iconic images compilation post but let me just rant for a little bit. 
This is a portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz. Look at him. Look how ridiculously happy he looks. He’s playing with a card and hole puncher. He’s maybe 6 or 7 years old. I wonder about all the birthday’s and birthday present he missed out on. I wonder about all the best friends he might have made or about the tears that would have streaked down his face the first time he had his heart broken. I wonder about his future career, or how he would’ve proposed to his life-partner. I wonder if he’d grow up to be a doctor or a carpenter or an engineer. I wonder about how those same big, dark eyes would swell up with joy at the site of his very own child.
I wonder how someone can be so outright despicable as to pack him into a gas chamber and take away all of that. 

sixpenceee:

I mentioned this is the iconic images compilation post but let me just rant for a little bit. 

This is a portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz. Look at him. Look how ridiculously happy he looks. He’s playing with a card and hole puncher. He’s maybe 6 or 7 years old. I wonder about all the birthday’s and birthday present he missed out on. I wonder about all the best friends he might have made or about the tears that would have streaked down his face the first time he had his heart broken. I wonder about his future career, or how he would’ve proposed to his life-partner. I wonder if he’d grow up to be a doctor or a carpenter or an engineer. I wonder about how those same big, dark eyes would swell up with joy at the site of his very own child.

I wonder how someone can be so outright despicable as to pack him into a gas chamber and take away all of that. 

thebabbagepatch:

holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit

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mccartneymadness:

original handwritten lyrics for yesterday

mccartneymadness:

original handwritten lyrics for yesterday

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