This is my dream of life.
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There is literally no mathematical limit to how many great things there are about this picture.
Ron Swanson and Tammy 2 at Sundance
That hat.
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OH MY GOD THIS MADE MY LIFE
best shirt ever? or BEST.SHIRT.EVER.
found this amazing shirt while killing some time down in Pilsen the other day. being a LeBron hater, i simply couldn’t resist the purchase.
if there is one truth in professional basketball it is that Queen James will never be as good as The Black Mamba who will never be as good as the Jumpman.
His Airness reigns supreme!
yes!!!!!
Betty Compson & Olga Baclanova “Docks of New York” 1928
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Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.”
— Carl Jung
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The Pervocracy: Consent culture. »
I love the idea of consent culture as extending beyond sex. This is good shit. (Thanks, Chelsey.)
I kind of can’t even believe this is real.
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So awesome.
Your book, Role Models, is about the people that you look up to. Are there any people that you look down on?
There are, but my specialty in my career is never saying negative things about people — it’s praising people that other people don’t like; that’s more my beat … It basically wouldn’t be worth writing a book about; people you don’t like, you just ignore. I’d say the greatest success that I’ve had in my life is that I never have to be around assholes anymore; that’s better than rich. And rich just means you can just afford any book you want without looking at the price. That, to me, is rich.
- John Waters - Oyster #94, September 2011
interview by: Ariane Halls
photography by: Tung Walsh
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You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.”
— from this (via feministteapot)
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M: I don't know much about the Rockets except that they suck a dick.
T: I thought you liked them when Yao Ming played for them.
M: Yeah, those five games he played for them? Those were cool games. And then his feet crumbled because he's fourteen feet tall and weighs three trillion pounds.
T: Yes, those are the exact measurements.
M: I know. I wrote his Wikipedia page.
