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northwangerabbey:

arcaneimages:

Lord Byron’s first edition presentation copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. 

The inscription inside: “my dear Byron, you were bested by a female at your own game.  Eat a dick.  xoxo MWS”

northwangerabbey:

arcaneimages:

Lord Byron’s first edition presentation copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

The inscription inside: “my dear Byron, you were bested by a female at your own game. Eat a dick. xoxo MWS”

— 5 days ago with 155 notes
now that i don’t have a job…

my new hobbies for the rest of the summer will consist of learning to do things with my right hand, baking in my underwear, binge watching Big Love, and slacking off on all of my other responsibilities 

— 1 week ago with 2 notes

ras-al-ghul-is-dead:

A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."

(Laughs.)

There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

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bettydraperlookingpissed:

If you can’t handle me at my

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Then you don’t deserve me at my

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mcfairy:

if cicadas can sleep for 17 years and then wake up only to scream and fuck so can i

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"To live would be an awfully big adventure."

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To Have and Have Not (1944) dir. Howard Hawks

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"Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I’m going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone who wants to join me is more than welcome." - The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004)

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— 2 weeks ago with 9058 notes

This man made my fucking childhood…

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"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."
Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via lifeinpoetry)

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— 2 weeks ago with 1389 notes
Dearly, my delicate Ariel.

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— 3 weeks ago with 1840 notes
"A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke"
Vincent van Gogh (via shakespeareandpunk)

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— 3 weeks ago with 93 notes