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gay8:

Lauren Withrow
Lauryn Holmquist, 2014


Bolshoi’s The Nutcracker

Bolshoi’s The Nutcracker

gay8:

Brian Oldham
Beautiful Lies, 2013

alalae:

i love bein in the ocean at this time of the night eee

colstal:

cvlifornia-vibes:

so cal vibes|

surf/vibe

colstal:

cvlifornia-vibes:

so cal vibes|

surf/vibe

septiferous:

excuzed:

“You,” he said, “are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”


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septiferous:

excuzed:

“You,” he said, “are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

X

puryfied:

clubfool:

ay papi


Yes harry yesn

puryfied:

clubfool:

ay papi

Yes harry yesn

maddynorris:

Drawing in the Corner, 1971

maddynorris:

Drawing in the Corner, 1971

wolverxne:

New York 2014 - by: { SamAlive } | [Follow on Tumblr]

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school
“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”

not-blonde:

Winona Ryder in high school

“I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit. As I went to the bathroom I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.

“Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’”