August 24, 2014   24,083 notes
spacemountaineer:

The entrance to Disneyland in 1965, when parking was only $0.25. You can just make out the Matterhorn underneath the “A”

spacemountaineer:

The entrance to Disneyland in 1965, when parking was only $0.25. You can just make out the Matterhorn underneath the “A”

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omfg

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August 23, 2014   12,337 notes

0hgirl:

Backstage @ Sportmax Spring / Summer 2000

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August 23, 2014   173,661 notes
alwaysaroused:

Alberta Feretti S/S 2014, Milan Fashion Week

alwaysaroused:

Alberta Feretti S/S 2014, Milan Fashion Week

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August 23, 2014   67 notes

“ We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? ”

John Keating in Dead Poets Society (via lespooks)

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August 22, 2014   69 notes
all-monsters-are-humann:

Amen 🙌

all-monsters-are-humann:

Amen 🙌

August 22, 2014   34 notes
marilynsbaby:

this summer fucked me up- how did I get here? I used to care about myself now my windowsill is covered  with ash.

marilynsbaby:

this summer fucked me up-
how did I get here?
I used to care about myself
now my windowsill is covered
with ash.