The Man Who Lives Alone
My Intro to Comics final about ghosts and love.
shut up i’m really tired and this is so fucking cute GOD
Dang.
Who IS Pepe Silvia?
Someone requested a post of all of the current Strong Female Characters, so here you go.
awesome
THIS IS AMAZING
View Larger Born in the wrong generation…
Virginia’s Gentlemanly Tradition (1967)
Students here no longer have cocktails before dinner each evening, as once they did, and the old practice of tipping hats to professors has disappeared (probably because students no longer wear hats): but at the University, the tradition of wearing a coat and tie whenever one goes out still prevails.
It is not a tradition set by any ruling on the part of the University; instead, it is based upon the assumption that the University man has maturity enough and sufficient pride in his personal appearance that he would want to appear presentable to the outsider, as well as to his fellow classmates.http://theivyleaguelook.blogspot.com/2013/05/virginias-gentlemanly-tradition-1967.html
Well.
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In response to Abercrombie & Fitch CEO Mike Jeffries not wanting “not so cool” kids or women who wear size large to wear his company’s clothes, Greg Karber has come up with a funny and creative way to readjust the Abercrombie & Fitch brand.
He’s giving their clothes to the homeless.
After scouring his local thrift shop’s “douchebag section,” Karber heads to LA’s Skid Row to dole out the clothes among the homeless population. Watch the stunt and find out how you can be involved in one man’s troll-job on a company with some pretty unflattering business practices in the video above.
#FitchTheHomeless
Genius!
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I used to be gold. First prize
collarbones, atomic number
79.I think of our bodies unhinging.
Dismantling a masterpiece we
worked so hard to build with
creased hands. A workshop of
cracking spines to straighten out
the way we would slouch.Maintenance was: drilling openings
inside each others joints, stitching
ligaments, embroidering our hopes
beneath surfaces in cryptic codes
unseen.When I arrived I was sun. Already
sweltering inside your pores,
glazing skin in honey residue.
My promises rinsed over in drizzling
rain, marinating your bones, flooding,
breaking into the current network
of your nerves.Often, all I have are promises.
It starts with a loud rumbling noise
from the inside out, a vicious clap of
thunder rendering breathing patterns
defenceless. An expansion of pressure
that is too close for comfort.
When I think of slipped disks,
they remind me of those stepping stones
we crossed towards the Colosseum
we had in our minds.We hung expectations from our shoulders.
Self depreciation is a gale force wind
who knocks once, twice, strikes fragility
down with her fury—ungluing the grip
beneath my feet, begging that I get familiar
with my knees.She says, “You’re going to have to look at
them up close if you want to learn how to assess damage.”When I unzipped my ribcage I saw those
impressions that you’d left on my heart,
ransacked awareness told me you’d been
here, moulding yourself between my
ventricles.Last night I set a fire,
and watched as it burn the end
of the rope that I’d been holding
to keep you
close.
— Lauren Flynn, “I used to be gold.” (via commovente)
Damn.
Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.
— (via linatang)
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First trailer for Arrested Development - Season 4!
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