As I Walked Out One Evening
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Till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry and the seven stars go squawking like geese about the sky. -W.H. Auden

wontongod:

Tyler, The Creator talking about girls at Coachella.

This is every single festival now smh

(Source: marissawzrdcruz)

It took a special kind of guts to be a fuck up as a woman, I thought. To say to hell with being the nice girl, the responsible one, the one who makes sure the man takes care of himself and eats properly and doesn’t take too many drugs. To be just as nihilistic and self-destructive as a man, knowing all along that you’ll get crucified for it, because somehow, the world will make everything your fault. He’ll be a martyr, and you’ll be a succubus. He’ll be a genius and you’ll be a groupie, He’ll be a hero, and you’ll be an ugly fat crack whore who deserves to die.
— Courtney Love  (via radiumangel)

deanstuart:

More versions of my weekly side project- about some dogs and their owners

i think we all wanted to grow up to be ferris but we ended up becoming cameron instead

(Source: ironmans)