MRS

bbeeaarr:

A 24 meter high buttplug is sitting in the middle of Paris pretending to be a Christmas tree. What a time to be alive.

What is art? A declaration of love: the consciousness of our dependence on each other. A confession. An unconscious act that nonetheless reflects the true meaning of life—love and sacrifice.
— Andrei Tarkovsky  (via avec-des-sentiments)

unimpressedcats:

its called fashion look it up

heytinafey:

Dear Diary, mark it down. October 13th, 1986 is officially the worst day of my life. Everything sucks. Everything is wicked bad and it sucks. School is a nightmare. Today, I got my period on the balance beam and nobody told me and everybody saw. Now, everyone’s calling me ‘Lamey Poehler’. And then my mom found my beer in the laundry hamper and she had a wicked hissy fit so now she’s not letting me go to see Bon Jovi with opening act cinderella! Now my dream of Jon Bon Jovi seeing me in the crowd and taking me away from this miserable life is ruined! I hate my life! I gotta get my hair higher! 

bombing:

walk into any starbucks and say “i can’t believe they’re doing a secret screening of the unreleased Wes Anderson movie down the street” then collect all the macbooks that everyone who just ran out left behind. keep your favorite one and sell any you don’t need

bigbootyblunts:

They told me to whip it out

Xiao Wen Ju by Angelo Pennetta for i-D Magazine, Fall 2014.