Release The Hounds

joshuahobbs:

mewithoutYouFebruary, 1878 

silenthill:

i know this was probably undertaker’s way of retiring

but

brock

lesnar

-___________________-

i would rater see gotdamn scotty 2 hotty doing it than lesnar

In Golden Gate Park she came on a circle of children in their nightclothes, who told her they were dreaming the gathering. But that the dream was really no different from being awake, because in the mornings when they got up they felt tired, as if they’d been up most of the night. When their mothers thought they were out playing they were really curled up in cupboards of neighbor’s houses, in platforms up in trees, in secretly-hollowed nests inside hedges, sleeping, making up for these hours. The night was empty of all terror for them, they had inside their circle an imaginary fire, and needed nothing but their own unpenetrated sense of community.
The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon (via clairecushing)

houndedinbedfordfalls:

character development

anamorphosis-and-isolate:

Garden State (2004) 

Sam: I’m not saying I don’t cry. But in-between, I laugh. And I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously.

anamorphosis-and-isolate:

Garden State (2004)

Sam: I’m not saying I don’t cry. But in-between, I laugh. And I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously.

fuckyeahtienshinhan:

Source
wobblydash:

De-arrest your comrades.

wobblydash:

De-arrest your comrades.

pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

pale-fire:

Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

insurrect:

Squatters take over former police station in Cardiff (article)
it’s three in the afternoon, I’m still in bed, eating hummus and hanging out with this guy. no complaints ever

it’s three in the afternoon, I’m still in bed, eating hummus and hanging out with this guy. no complaints ever

a poem about my life:

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Wow, Angela and Holly,” Ash said, sounding awed. “Hot.”
“Excuse me, what is wrong with you?” Kami demanded. “Other people’s sexuality is not your spectator sport.
Untold by Sarah Rees Brennan.  (via accioyash)