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novacorps:

Date someone who looks at you the way Mark Ruffalo looks at Paul Rudd.

novacorps:

Date someone who looks at you the way Mark Ruffalo looks at Paul Rudd.

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Johnny Depp making grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron.

Johnny Depp making grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron.

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“When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. “This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar” she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’ It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions?”
— Sandi Toksvig (via tomfjord, learninglog) (via triharrytops) (via brodrum) (via sirmorgan) (via pwnator) (via trollilolli) (via thepageofhopes) (via wizard-ninja) (via smallswingshoes) (via hopingbirdfeathers)
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.
vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.

vimandvigour:

megasoft:

This is wonderful.

I’ll always reblog this. Women don’t need to be robbed of their sexuality once they pass a certain age.

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I am the sky, everything else is just the weather

shaxaphone:

cute things to call your girlfriend:

1. sugar 
2. honey 
3. flour 
4. egg 
5. 1/2lb butter 
6. stir 
7. pour into pan 
8. preheat to 375°

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It’s possible that every sound that
has ever been
might still be present
to the extent that in radiation we have found a
ghost of an echo that could be
the last note of the universe’s birth
held for an eternity

so every word you say will always
exist
and every flower that wilts will have already
changed how the wind sings and every time
you tell someone “i love you,” it enters
the universe and continues forever
so gunshots and cymbals and kissing your best friend
all rebound in our lives no matter how much we try to
wash our palms of them

but what happens to the things
we don’t say
like every time he got in the car and you
didn’t beg him to come home or
when she danced in the rain and you
didn’t tell her that you had fallen in love
or when the inside of your palms had become
too heavy to hold but you couldn’t cry out for help
lest you hear your own words
echo

what happens to the whispers we forget
to voice what happens to the lovers who wait
in the silence for things that our tongues
cannot find the strength to carry but
our hearts mean more than our
bodies can explain i mean can you still
hear the way i love you because
goddamn sound energy is just vibration
and you make me feel an explosion
in every nerve ending
but every sound we emit exists
for an eternity
so how could i tell you and let it
ruin
everything.

"I really really felt like I should’ve talked to this guy, but I didn’t and now I’m regretting it.” /// r.i.d

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