Une femme est une femme,1961
did you just write une femme est une femme under a le petit soldat image
(Source: chadedd, via hangluce)
4:53 am • 18 June 2013 • 567 notes
Modern history can suck it.
I quit, I quit.
Fuck you modern, you interesting, interesting trial if a subject.
4:50 am • 18 June 2013 • 6 notes
why is this whole website suddenly obsessed w/ cotton eyed joe
Yeah like where did it come from where did it go
4:45 am • 18 June 2013 • 118,640 notes
Do drugs but stay in school too so you can get a good job and buy more drugs.
4:45 am • 18 June 2013 • 80,007 notes
“Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.”
— Letters From Nowhere (via bummedbunny)
(Source: vervelig, via warhol-enthusiast)
4:45 am • 18 June 2013 • 17,622 notes
I was born at an incredibly young age
i told this to my english teacher and she almost kicked me out of the class
4:44 am • 18 June 2013 • 72,801 notes
i had to recite this poem for english class once. it was terrifying. i fainted.
(Source: sibelilium, via wretchedasian)
4:18 am • 18 June 2013 • 20,929 notes