My Life is Absurd

1989visitor:

dirtyhippieproductions:

Earth and Wind, Feet and Skin 

☮  ❤ ॐ 

1989visitor:
forget not 

her ways
her nurturing enticements 

forget not 

embrace and be embraced 

.v.i
1989

sassybambina:

wifelife:

Girls, when you’re feeling sad, just remember:

  • a vagina can go back to it’s original size after taking something 20x its size
  • a penis will end up looking like an empty potato sack that’s been run over quite a lot if it does

you can do this girl

be as resilient as your vaginaimage

shine bright like a ‘gina

This actually helps so much right now.

creepyasha:

i hope they change the actor for daario naharis every season for absolutely no reason and with no explanation given

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
Charles Bukowski, Bluebird (via stxxz)

nattah-gudgrrl:

Jorah’s Parade- constantly rained on.

angryblackman:

"How are your grades?"

"What are you majoring in?"

"Have you got a girlfriend?"

"What do you want to do when you graduate?"

image

Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.”

[x] (via newzerokaneda)

Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.

He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.

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