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theclassyissue:

― Andy Warhol

theclassyissue:

Andy Warhol

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theclassyissue:

 

theclassyissue:

 

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theclassyissue:

Saint Laurent

theclassyissue:

Saint Laurent

ridesabike:

Elke Sommer rides a bike. And contemplates buying an iPad so she can download the new Hollywood Rides a Bike app right here!

ridesabike:

Elke Sommer rides a bike. And contemplates buying an iPad so she can download the new Hollywood Rides a Bike app right here!

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So wow…

I haven’t tumbl’d in so long—and now I’m making Paul Ryan memes like it’s my job.

Where have I been????

Alan Rickman – My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (266,785 plays)

thatkindofwoman:

Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare. 

well, now.

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Once upon a time, I was 17 years-old in Rome.
It may be blurry but this is my absolute favorite picture. I still remember what I was thinking at that moment, looking out over the Roman Forum, living an adventure.

Once upon a time, I was 17 years-old in Rome.

It may be blurry but this is my absolute favorite picture. I still remember what I was thinking at that moment, looking out over the Roman Forum, living an adventure.

Attention class, write this down: this is the proper response to any Paulbot.

Attention class, write this down: this is the proper response to any Paulbot.

Vacations… as a Diagnostic Tool.
From my blog in April, 2010:
He and I went to Puerto Rico, drank a lot of beer, wandered around a rain forest, and swam in the ocean off the coast of a tiny island. And I was miserable. I cried whenever he wasn’t looking. I had way too much time to realize how much was wrong with us. As I ventured precariously into the water, the waves higher than any I’d ever attempted, I looked at him and said “I need you to pretend for five minutes that you’re my boyfriend and that you actually like me.” I said it as if I was asking to borrow his pen. I didn’t think about it before I said it; I just knew, at that moment, that that was what I needed. I needed him to act like he gave a damn just for a little while. He picked me up and helped me through the waves and we gave each other salty, wet smooches. It was the happiest I had been on the entire trip even though I got sand in my hair and was waterlogged for weeks afterward.
Then we broke up.
I am infinitely more productive and focused when I am single. I have a propensity to structure my life around the person I am dating… which would be fine if I ever did so with the right person, but that hasn’t happened yet.
And I’m getting more OK with that every day.

Vacations… as a Diagnostic Tool.

From my blog in April, 2010:

He and I went to Puerto Rico, drank a lot of beer, wandered around a rain forest, and swam in the ocean off the coast of a tiny island. And I was miserable. I cried whenever he wasn’t looking. I had way too much time to realize how much was wrong with us. As I ventured precariously into the water, the waves higher than any I’d ever attempted, I looked at him and said “I need you to pretend for five minutes that you’re my boyfriend and that you actually like me.” I said it as if I was asking to borrow his pen. I didn’t think about it before I said it; I just knew, at that moment, that that was what I needed. I needed him to act like he gave a damn just for a little while. He picked me up and helped me through the waves and we gave each other salty, wet smooches. It was the happiest I had been on the entire trip even though I got sand in my hair and was waterlogged for weeks afterward.

Then we broke up.

I am infinitely more productive and focused when I am single. I have a propensity to structure my life around the person I am dating… which would be fine if I ever did so with the right person, but that hasn’t happened yet.

And I’m getting more OK with that every day.