She took a cracked cup from the shelf:
Rattled the percolator;
Helped herself.
Sat.
Sipped;
Perfect lipped,
Legs crossed:
At ease: engrossed.
Beautiful.
----- "The Wild Party" Joseph Moncure March

weloveshortvideos:

My 1 Year Old Beatboxing Niece

Vine by iLLyNoiiZe

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thurstin:

I think the best part of being a woman is the sexual security that we have. I mean like even a straight woman could know that she’s not interested in women, but she can still sit on another girl’s lap and hold her hand and maybe even kiss her if they were that close. If two guys even make eye contact with each other they have to screech “NO HOMO” at the top of their lungs to make sure everybody knows that they are not gay. 

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ohheyitsripley:

spoken-not-written:

who-lligan:

artbymoga:

promising-promises:

princesssugarbutt:

So yeah I can see how many fingers you’re holding up

THIS IS VERY ACCURATE

THIS IS VERY BEAUTIFUL

Is this accurate? Is this what it’s actually like to not be able to see clearly?

yes

YES! Having imperfect vision is a lot like being a camera that is slightly out of focus, varying person to person.Shapes and colors are still obvious and most of the time you are pretty aware of what the scene should look like. Putting glasses on your face is like twisting at the lens, and bringing the world into focus.

(Source: fullheartedly, via zaphod-bigbluebox)

humansofnewyork:

Thanks to all of you who came to the meet-up in Delhi. It went about as well as a spontaneous meet-up could possibly go. Amazingly, we were able to have a pretty organized, calm speech. Until the very end, of course, when we ran from the police. Coolest part for me was when the police were looking for someone to blame for the crowd, and asked: “Who is he with?” And everyone screamed in unison:"All of us!"

humansofnewyork:

Thanks to all of you who came to the meet-up in Delhi. It went about as well as a spontaneous meet-up could possibly go. Amazingly, we were able to have a pretty organized, calm speech. Until the very end, of course, when we ran from the police. Coolest part for me was when the police were looking for someone to blame for the crowd, and asked: “Who is he with?” And everyone screamed in unison:
"All of us!"

nycnostalgia:

Park Ave and 57th, 1975. Looking South at the Pan Am building.

nycnostalgia:

Park Ave and 57th, 1975. Looking South at the Pan Am building.

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What's Wrong With Instant Gratification

the-feature:

As the economy gets ever better at satisfying our immediate, self-serving needs, who is minding the future?

kateriley22:


Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

And that is why the books are better than the films ^^Voldemort was suppose to die with a mundane finality, not turn into dust and fly away.

kateriley22:

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort as dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

And that is why the books are better than the films ^^
Voldemort was suppose to die with a mundane finality, not turn into dust and fly away.

donmittavittua:

290/365 (8/9/14) by Sergio Varanitsa
humansofnewyork:

"What’s your biggest dream for your child?""We’ll let him dream for himself."

(New Delhi, India)

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your biggest dream for your child?"
"We’ll let him dream for himself."

(New Delhi, India)

Keke Palmer as Cinderella 

(Source: theatregraphics, via heatherchandler-thealmighty)

hazeldeeznuts:

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

my love for this post reaches no limits

hazeldeeznuts:

snerkflerks:

sleeping-horizontally:

holdingmythoughtsinmyheart:

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

Somewhere in the distance, Beethoven’s ghost is applauding.

my love for this post reaches no limits

(Source: existentialfuck, via heatherchandler-thealmighty)

Exploration #37 - Time Observation

becominganexplorer:

"Come up with several ways of documenting the passage of time, based on where you are sitting."

  • Amount of chocolate covered espresso beans that I no longer have
  • How sore my joints are; How stiff I am
  • How many times I have to restart my spottily playlist
  • How often I take my sweatshirt…

ilikebroadwaythings:

Laura Osnes & Keke Palmer Opening Night

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