If you like three of my posts in a row you will probably like me.
Got a lot of heart, makes my ribs crack
I know that feel, Bro-ckley
(Source: warrennerraw, via jeffbuckleyforever)
There are certain types of relationships I covet that aren’t relationships at all. The French have a word for it that doesn’t really translate into its assumed English equivalent: une complicité, or a tacit understanding. This doesn’t come from love or experience or anything nurtured, it would seem, but from pure alignment - the ridges on your zipper just happen to fit into the ridges of theirs, at least in this exact moment of your life. Like when two characters who’ve just met exchange a nod or a smile before one of them does something that alters the course of the narrative. Then the film goes on, and they never speak again.
Something I learned in advertising: there’s visually big, and there’s emotionally big. And then, sometimes, there’s both.
The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, “Why?” and sometimes he thought, “Wherefore?” and sometimes he thought, “Inasmuch as which?”—and sometimes he didn’t quite know what he was thinking about.
From Winnie-the-Pooh by A.A. Milne.
How golden lookingformendiola can get.
Anonymous asked: Is lookingformendiola yours?
I wish! I have a deep love for that blog.
Scrolled through too much Ezra Miller so now I’m going to go smoke a cigarette
(Source: radioactiveplace)
