August 28, 2014

beeishappy:

TDS | 2014.08.26

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August 28, 2014
nationalballet:

Throwback Thursday: Senior Ballet Master Peter Ottmann, circa 1984. Peter is busy rehearsing the company as we prepare to tour Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to New York City.

nationalballet:

Throwback Thursday: Senior Ballet Master Peter Ottmann, circa 1984. Peter is busy rehearsing the company as we prepare to tour Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to New York City.

August 28, 2014
ilovecharts:

thelandofmaps:

Map of the Paris Catacombs, 1857 [ 2090 × 1316 ]

via mikerugnetta

ilovecharts:

thelandofmaps:

Map of the Paris Catacombs, 1857 [ 2090 × 1316 ]

via mikerugnetta

August 28, 2014

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August 28, 2014
*gets a sugar daddy just to pay for textbooks*

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August 28, 2014
"Today, I ripped you from my mouth
like the bitterest apology I’ve ever given.
I washed you off of my skin, watched the last of you
disappear down the shower drain.
Today, I made a choice
not to set fire to the person I was when you loved me,
not to burn myself to the ground
just to see if you’d come running to the flames.
Today, I stared down the morning until my eyes
burned like suns.
I left the house.
I wore a black dress that hugged my hips
like they would never have to apologize
for their vastness again.
I tore you from my hands, picked the splinters out
with a pair of tweezers, one by one.
I wore red lipstick and stained all my coffee cups with
my own mouth.
I looked in mirrors and smiled.
I walked to the park and
cried watching baby ducklings follow their mother
into the water for the first time.
I got drunk with my friends and didn’t bring
you up once.
I danced under the streetlights and kissed a stranger
who tasted nothing like you.
I went home alone and slept for twelve hours.
I didn’t see you painted on the
inside of my eyelids like the ceiling of
an abandoned cathedral.
I didn’t break a single dish in my house.
I showered until all the hot water was gone
and, my God, I was so brave,
to keep going without you.
To dig through the layers of you
and find myself glowing,
no longer the moth, but the light, itself.
I was so brave to get left by you
and not fall to pieces.
to get left by you and not fall at all."

Caitlyn Siehl, Left (via alonesomes)

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August 28, 2014
complexmagazine:

The Beatles and Muhammed Ali. 1964.

complexmagazine:

The Beatles and Muhammed Ali. 1964.

August 27, 2014
yeoldegaganddoodle:

Fanart Department-
Bob’s Burgers, 1939…. it was bound to happen.

yeoldegaganddoodle:

Fanart Department-

Bob’s Burgers, 1939…. it was bound to happen.

August 27, 2014

Me n my daddy

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August 27, 2014

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August 27, 2014

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August 27, 2014

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August 27, 2014

cranberrymochafortheholidays:

me watching movies

August 27, 2014

shepardfaeries:

tina takes down the patriarchy

August 27, 2014
"A slut is someone, usually a woman, who’s stepped outside of the very narrow lane that good girls are supposed to stay within. Sluts are loud. We’re messy. We don’t behave. In fact, the original definition of ‘slut’ meant ‘untidy woman.’ But since we live in a world that relies on women to be tidy in all ways, to be quiet and obedient and agreeable and available (but never aggressive), those of us who color outside of the lines get called sluts. And that word is meant to keep us in line."

— Jaclyn Friedman. (via mysharona1987)

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