(Source: James Jordan)
I had a dream about a place like this, once. Actually, I might have been to a place like this, but it was so long ago it feels like it was someone else and not me.
“The Fallen Angel” by Duane Michals.
Apparently there are actually 24 or 25 separate panels to this, but I can’t find them ANYWHERE online. I found the first eight, but only icon-sized ones. It seems to be telling a story, and I want to see the whole thing.
All of the sides.
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American Psycho (2000)
(Source: Laura Makabresku)
Roasted red pepper soup with smoked paprika and cilantro cream
I’m making this tonight. No lies, Stephen and I just went to Kroger and bought sixteen red bell peppers. This is happening.
*EDIT*
WE MADE THE SOUP. IT TOOK OVER TWO HOURS. IT WAS FUCKING WORTH IT. YUMMM.
I got a Pinterest! FOLLOW ME.
It’s actually a really great site - very organized. I’m using it to keep track of outfits I want to wear, crafts I want to make, food I want to try, and products on my “wishlist.” I love it.
I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.
He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”
And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’
no mom
mom no
NO
(Source: lemon-sprinkles, via howscandinavianofme)
The Doctor’s companions.
(Source: greg-the-renegade-timelord, via jesumner)
So.
I watched Ballet Shoes purely because Emma Watson’s in it.
It’s super quaint and girly or whatever, but basically you shouldn’t watch it unless you’re fourteen or younger.
