shesfiction:

twoshotsofhappyoneshotofsad:

discoveringfeminism:

deforest:

Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)

82 years later and it’s still relevant

This will never not be relevant.

82 years and we still have to fucking tell men this shit

ultimateventist:

charlesoberonn:

If something is ‘old as fuck’ then it’s about 1.2 billion years old because that’s when life evolved sexual reproduction.

 

voxapocrypha:

blacksupervillain:

kingjaffejoffer:

This happens in 2014

literally all i can do is lol

Wow.

voxapocrypha:

blacksupervillain:

kingjaffejoffer:

This happens in 2014

literally all i can do is lol

Wow.

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(Source: clarabosswald)

“Opinions are like orgasms… mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.”

Sylvia Plath (via bookoisseur)

hahahahaha

(Source: fuckyeahwritersquotesandwisdom)

filmiclife:

"Andy, are you going to clean that up?"

jackanthonyfernandez:

softboycollective:

meanwhile the police fill the block with tear gas. who’s protecting and serving here

This is really important

(Source: ishiidriller)

“As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.

But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.”

London and Its Dead

i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add

like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?

(via weunderstandthelights)

(Source: saxifraga-x-urbium)