boys next door have been singing backstreet boys nonstop for the past hour NON STOP

weepling:

Mark RothkoUntitled, 1949

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I broke the glass and jumped.
Now of course you know

that isn’t the true story, what broke wasn’t glass, what fell to earth wasn’t body.
But still when I recall the conversation it’s what I see— me a fighter pilot
bailing out over the channel. Me as kill.

— Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband (via knowourvelocity)

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arquilatria:

Koshino House, Kobe, Japón, 1980-1984
Tadao Ando

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woke up at 1:36pm first thing I did was plug in my phone, wait for it to breathe life back into itself, and reblog a photk

gaptoothbitch:

LACOSTE FW 2014

BB OUTSHINING THOSE PASTE FACES

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