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I really, really want to do a wreck dive when I go to Florida in a few weeks.
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I hope Reese has a late career renaissance where she plays against type as a brunette again. Also, I’m desperate to know if dying my hair dark brown will make my eyes as striking as hers. Can someone look into an alternate future reality and report back?
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perfection.
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My Prince.
Noooooo I forgot Peggy broke the pact! Peggy!!!! You left Ken behind AND insulted his stories!!!
PEGGY. KEN COSGROVE WANTS TO TAKE YOU TO PARIS IN THE MOST PROFESSIONAL AND RESPECTFUL WAY. WHY DOES NO ONE APPRECIATE KENNY AND HIS NEW HAIRCUT LIKE I DO?
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“It was three years before we saw New York again. As the ship glided up the river, the city burst thunderously upon us in the early dusk — the white glacier of lower New York swooping down like a strand of a bridge to rise into uptown New York, a miracle of foamy light suspended by the stars. A band started to play on deck, but the majesty of the city made the march trivial and tinkling. From that moment I knew that New York, however often I might leave it, was home.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via narcotic)
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I am convinced peplums will never work on 80% of the population (myself included), particularly those who don’t have a well-defined waist/have a shorter torso. But… man, I wish they did.
Don’t forget those of us whose hips are already big enough, thank you. But this photo is alluring enough that I’m tempted to give it a try.
I don’t care y’all. I’m leaving those drunk posts up. I have lots of feelings, okay?
I killed Torn, Don’t You Want Me Baby, Lady Marmalade, and Rehab last night. I have actually never had that much fun doing karaoke before.
This has been a hungover post x 100.
I know it’s like 4 days later, but I’m still cursing my decision to leave early (at 2 am), before you did Rehab. Cursing!
Whoa, hello surprise wisdom from a minor character from a later season of Everwood.
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“The Brain” is a 14,280 cubic-foot cinematic laboratory where the owner, a filmmaker, can work out ideas. By Olson Kundig Architects.
I would like to live in this room NOW. Look at the light; you know the grounds are lovely.
What an incredible luxury—a space designed to simulate your brain.
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12 Famous Book Titles That Come From Poetry -
1. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold - “I Knew a Woman” by Theodore Roethke
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!2. A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh - The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
…I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.3. Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe - “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;4. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck - “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough” by Robert Burns
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!5. Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy - “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray
Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.6. Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust - “Sonnet 30″ by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:7. Endless Night by Agatha Christie - “Auguries of Innocence” by William Blake
Every night and every morn,
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.8. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway - “Meditation XVII” by John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
9. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers - “The Lonely Hunter” by William Sharp
O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing:
O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing.
Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.10. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou - “Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!11. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald - “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.12. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster - Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Passage to India!
Struggles of many a captain–tales of many a sailor dead!
Over my mood, stealing and spreading they come,
Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach’d sky.
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zENON bABE OF THE 21ST cENTURY by hexgirlfriend
WHERE WAS THIS LAST HALLOWEEN???
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