She's got the heart of a ballerina
I like Audrey Hepburn. Hepburn and Tracy (together and separate). Classic Hollywood folk. Food. Books. Movies. The occasional rant. The Simpsons. Fashion. Feminism. Questionable humour.

Currently obsessed with Bruce Springsteen

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Givenchy Haute Couture Fall 2009




“All I can do is be me - whoever that is - for those people that I do play to, and not come on with them, tell them I’m something that I’m not. I’m not going to tell them that I’m The Great Cause Fighter or The Great Lover or Great Boy Genius or whatever. Because I’m not, man. Why mislead them?”

Happy 72nd birthday, Bob Dylan!


I asked her everything I know, and she had an answer for everything. Then I realized, I don’t know anything about you. 

livesandliesofwizards:

an obituary they didn’t run in this morning’s Prophet(they didn’t have to say it)
Our former Head Girl! How pretty, how well-liked, how kind. What an easy life she had. Forever in the sun. An endless supply of friends. Every advantage heaped on her, save, perhaps, that small and crucial matter of her blood. But no matter. She rose above it.
Rather insolently, we think. Consider who she married. Consider who she did not. Consider how, no matter how kind she was, she was forever leaving people behind in the dust — sisters and former friends and so on. Surely she owed these people some extra, special kindness. Surely she owed the world more than she put into it.
Because we hate people like our perfect, sunny former Head Girl, secretly. Don’t we?
We suspect they aren’t as good as they were made out to be. Never mind that it is often we ourselves who make them out to be so, who invite them to secret clubs and put them on display and boast of their powers and publish glowing pieces on the Prophet on what they are wearing and who they’ve married and how much money they’ve married into. Never mind that. We only do it to take them down, after all. See her rise above her blood! Now see what fate we’ve planned for her. And here — let us focus on the chronicle of bitter people who couldn’t be as kind as she was, and let us paint it as her failure. Here is a Madonna who did not live up to her own goodness. As useless as a Muggle religious icon, really. We knew she didn’t deserve all that sun and light.
Yes. Our former Head Girl. The girl with everything.
Pictured here on this fine morning, the 2nd of November, 1981.

thecompanionsdoctor:

Whenever my friend says goodnight to me on Skype he sends me this gif

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and I wanted to send it to him tonight so I went to Google “black man turning off lamp” but Google autofill changed it to “black man turning into jet” and I got this

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Long story short it’s 1am and I’ve been laughing at this for approximately 20 years

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bigbardafree:

idris elba looks like how good cologne smells

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