Flowers For Algernon Cadwallader

babybacalling:

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HUMPHREY BOGART & LAUREN BACALL

One night in 1953, Bogie, John Huston and some other friends were shooting the breeze rather tipsily about life and its meaning and the question arose as to whether there was any time of their lives they’d like to live over again. All of them except Bogie came up with cynical answers. Somebody said, “God forbid”. Somebody else: that he’d only like to cancel out a couple of times. Then Bogie spoke. “Yes, there’s a time I’d like to relive- the years that I have had with Betty.”

-Joe Hyams, Bogart & Bacall.

I was a kid in love for the first time. I was easy for me - I knew nothing about pitfalls. It was giving nothing but myself and I could do that without qualm. Never in my life had or has a man cared so much for me, wanted so much to protect me, surrond me with life’s joys, share everything. It made me want to return the care- to show him it was possiblle to be really happy with a woman, to give him children. I was determined to do that.

-Lauren Bacall

How many of you can say your otp were together in real life? Bogie and Betty are like my ideal.

sodamnrelatable:

Diet ideas: Eat whatever you want, and if anyone tries to lecture you about your weight, eat them too.

Is She Weird? / The Pixies

This is one of my stripper songs

raginghomosexualist:

I’m leo, and themidnightradio is that girl form Matilda! =D

Tru luv

marydear:

Frida Kahlo - What the Water Gave Me (1938)

moon83:

Antares & Love by Joe Webb

“

This night belongs to me.
I have shed too many tears for
you; for your eyes, your
soft lips and your hands that
were soft like going home.

This night belongs to me.
Too many hours have been dedicated
to your smile and your laugh,
too many days turned into sad
celebrations of the way you smell
in the darkness of a cinema.

This night belongs to me.
This pain is not worth the time
that I have given, the masochistic
nights that your ghostly arms
ran faint, whispered fingers down
my curved white spine.

This night belongs to me.
Because I deserve it. I deserve
something that is my own, that is
not touched by you and your
oblivious hands that break me open
with your tender inability to love
…oh so gently.

(Someone
told me once that the best way to
murder someone is to only
kiss them once.)

a poem in two parts:
‘this night belongs to me’ (via my-adopted-daughter-margot)

sixthgunforlife:

the-devils-beast:

nicodoublele:

when you have so many ideas, but no talent

When you have so much talent, but no ideas

When you have no ideas and no talent.

styledream:

Dancer from the Moulin Rouge, 1926

thesickestjokes:

People will stop showing you pictures of their kids if you whisper “oh fuck yea” under your breath when you look at their photos.

pitysex:

June 25th, 2013 // Run For Cover Records

Getting excited

sadprayers-guiltybodies:

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.

Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.

—Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies”

(Source: tilthe)

thepensivebrony:

“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”

finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever

thedamage-is-done:

I love sitting in a train. Sure, you can listen to music everywhere but in a train … I don’t know. The way the nature passes and the thoughts begin to flow without even knowing it … it’s something really special. And I love the feeling. Sometimes I think there’s nothing better than sitting in a train and doing nothing but listen to some really good music that breaks your heart.

Smoking a couple bowls beforehand is nice too

(Source: milky-nostalgia)