Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads....

Florence Welch. Twenty. Hertfordshire, England. I actually talk such utter bollocks sometimes. Please forgive me? :)

wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

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i-wanna-be-a-klaine-ship-ranger:

prufrocking:

thegestianpoet:

and let’s take a moment to appreciate the fact that michaelangelo had probably never seen a girl naked and when he want to sculpt or paint them his mentality seems to be “wow, everyone likes women….they must be like…..buff dudes. i love buff dudes. women are buff dudes but with little chest lumps and no wiener”

image“nailed it.”

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And my personal favorite, Adam and Eve

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he literally painted adam and steve

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straightlock:

summerseachild:

batched:

genies:

the biggest disappointment in life is when good shows have a bad episode like i waited a week and u give me this shit 

the biggest disappointment in life is when good shows have a bad season like i waited two years and u give me this shit

The biggest disappointment in life is when good shows give you a bad finale like I waited nine years and u give me this shit

I love how I have a vague idea what shows they are talking about

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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via mashamorevna)

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