If Things Come Alive...
He drew in a breath, stopped in the midst of a sigh, stretched out, and died.
for each other (by i enrapture)
This is from The Hours, which is set in various places that do not look like this place. I get that you’re putting text over a beautiful landscape to try to express that enormously unexplainable, inescapable feeling of joy and fear and sorrow and nothingness and everythingness that life gives you… but this is about people and there AREN’T EVEN ANY PEOPLE IN THE PICTURE.
(via likeyoudontevenknow)
This is why each and every one of you should be a feminist. Every time this is on my dash, I’ve gotta reblog it.
Every human being should watch this: males, females, people that don’t identify as either, EVERYONE.
“This notion that these media companies are just giving us what the public want. No. They’re giving us what the media companies want, they’re giving us what the advertisers want, and they’re packaging it in such a way as to make it sound like it’s out fault, and it’s not.”
Also, my reaction at 2:46: OHHH fuck. you.
Dyed my hairs, eh, no-one cares. I’d apologise for the myspace photo but the hair looks so much better in this than in real life/other photos.
(via eleanortwigby)
I can’t even breathe.



