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thereal1990s:

Fight Club (1999)

(via alabasterblues)

Timestamp: 1406716415

thereal1990s:

Fight Club (1999)

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averyirregularhead:

trolltina:

Men need to objectify and conquer. They see what they want to see. Women, however, can see into the soul of a person.

This is the line that officially made me fall in love with AHS

(via keptmyheartundercontrol)

Timestamp: 1406716230

averyirregularhead:

trolltina:

Men need to objectify and conquer. They see what they want to see. Women, however, can see into the soul of a person.

This is the line that officially made me fall in love with AHS

(via keptmyheartundercontrol)

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  • Trackname:

    Sweet Disposition
  • Artist:

    The Temper Trap

(Source: rubdose, via ashtray-beers)

"

At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine before peeling off like a slow band-aid. At 8:40, you sprint home and make instant coffee. At 9:45, we finally drink it, cold. I finish your leftover half.

By 10:50, you are already breathless. I live for every time we overlap. When 11:55 comes, I spend the entire minute convincing you to stay. By noon, I put my hands on your shoulders and say, “Baby, you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.”

At 1:05, you tell me that while you were gone, 15,300 babies were born. At 2:10, you don’t say a word, just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight. At 3:15, we sit quiet, listening to rain fall everywhere in the world at once: all 15,000 tons.

At 4:20, we pull a little from the tight joint I keep behind your ear. You do not inhale. At 5:25, you meet me for happy hour. My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth, a shot of tequila sitting on the bar.

At 6:30, I hear your heart ticking. I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps. By 7:35, I can see you in the distance, each sound a tease until you drape over me. We always love quick and you never let me hold you. I dream of drinking you through a straw.

At 8:40, you watch my beard grow .00027 of an inch. At 9:45, we do not speak. Too many people have died since we last met. At 10:50, we pray for a meteor, at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears.

11:55 is my favorite. We’re only apart for mere minutes. But at midnight, you’ll apologize sixty times because it will always be like this. At 1:04 AM, I am already sleeping. It’s exhausting loving someone who is constantly running away.

"

What the hour hand said to the minute hand - Megan Falley (via ashtray-beers)

thewakeupcall:

Balenciaga Spring 1998 campaign By Mark Alesky.

(via eat-ray-love)

Timestamp: 1406714966

thewakeupcall:

Balenciaga Spring 1998 campaign By Mark Alesky.

(via eat-ray-love)