Be Fearless
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.
September 16th, 2014 - 2,546 notes

When a white teenager named Steve Lohner was stopped by the police last month and refused to show his ID after carrying a loaded shotgun on the streets of Aurora, Colorado (the same city where a mass murderer killed 12 people and injured 70 others in a packed movie theater in July 2012), the teen walked away with nothing but a citation.

But when a 22-year-old black kid named John Crawford picked up a mere BB gun in a Walmart store in Dayton, Ohio last week, customers called the police, who then shot and killed him.

Here lies a racial disparity that’s difficult for honest people to ignore. How can black people openly carry a real gun when we can’t even pick up a BB gun in a store without arousing suspicion? The answer in America is that the Second Amendment doesn’t really apply to black people.

September 16th, 2014 - 9,133 notes
He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?
September 16th, 2014 - 40,199 notes
Uh oh, Molly’s wearing dark lipstick. She’s taking over the world today.
September 16th, 2014 - 43 notes
weirdvintage:

Peter O’Toole and Audrey Hepburn on the set of How to Steal a Million, 1966 (via This is Not Porn)
eloxir:

perruh:

glittakid:

i saw these two girls while riding a gondola in venice. they were smoking and chatting on their windowsill, waving at passing boats. i thought they were incredibly lucky; i would love to share an apartment with my friend or sister in the most romantic, magical place in the world. it would be like living a dream.

this is so beautiful

venice is amazing
sepultos:

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