devpatels:

What will I do? What will I do? What are you talking about?! You are Elastigirl! My god. Pull yourself together! “What will you do?” Is this a question? You will show him you remember that he is Mr. Incredible, and you will remind him who you are. Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win! And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.

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thievinggenius:

Tattoo done by Chad Lenjer.
@challenjer

thievinggenius:

Tattoo done by Chad Lenjer.

@challenjer

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awkwardsituationist:

spring night — one hour worth
a thousand gold coins;
clear scent of flowers,
shadowy moon.
songs and flutes upstairs — threads of sound;
in the garden, a swing,
where night is deep and still.

su tung-p’o (1037-1101ce)

photos by atomiczen in new zealand’s lake tekapo and tazmania’s cradle mountain

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Lupita Nyong’o breaks down the importance of having role models in the media and what they tell us about our psyche [x]

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It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via fuckinq)

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assholedisney:

THIS MOVIE CAME OUT 13 YEARS AGO AND I HAVE JUST REALIZED THAT FAT LOUIE’S HOUSE IS A REPLICA OF MIA’S HOUSE

assholedisney:

THIS MOVIE CAME OUT 13 YEARS AGO AND I HAVE JUST REALIZED THAT FAT LOUIE’S HOUSE IS A REPLICA OF MIA’S HOUSE


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bobbycaputo:

This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

This is incredible


inspired by (x) and (x)

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hermionejg:

thickonce:

Even that baby like wow I’m close to Beyoncé

hermionejg:

thickonce:

Even that baby like wow I’m close to Beyoncé


I wouldn’t want to live in the 1920s. There would be no Yelp, no internet. No one to warn me.
Best Friend (via sarahfofara)

Ain't No Sunshine
Coeur de Pirate
Trauma

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tardisity:

Concept art for The Fault in Our Stars (2014)

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theloppyone:

a hand-lettering exercise that got really out of hand. oh well i like  my really unnecessarily grandiose welcome signs anyway :p

Oh no, these are amazing holy shit

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