You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
by Maya Angelou (via pifty)

(Source: observando, via polythenepamm)


walk a mile in these louboutins, what you call that? head over heals  

spring is blooming all around me

And yeah, I meant that metaphorically too.


Wes Anderson & Jude Law on the set of The Grand Budapest Hotel

“I think we’re just gonna to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that”
The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) dir. Wes Anderson

(Source: milesmoony, via grapelestrade)


.. (by ben///giles)
A short story is a different thing all together—a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.
by Stephen King (via 01siobhan)
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via inlovewithagod)

(Source: black-wolves, via fightclubfoot)


[drops a hint] [drops a few more hints] [trips over them] [knocks over a table]

(via fightclubfoot)



"A Sticky Situation" (1960) by Carl Barks

I like how advertising is literally still exactly as sexist as they’re joking about in this comic from 54 years ago.

(via killerclownsfromouterspace)

Take the weakest thing in you, and then beat the bastards with it.