holmesno:

MY ANACONDA—

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vintagegal:

Staten Island Ferry Commuters by Gordon Parks, 1946 (via)

vintagegal:

Staten Island Ferry Commuters by Gordon Parks, 1946 (via)

"Sometimes I think there’s a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that’s where my heart should be, and every now and then it feels every last inch of my skin, so that I can’t help but do something inappropriate. It’s breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.”

We clung together on the grass then, disheveled, blood-stained, and shivering in the sunshine. Jamie muttered something, his voice so low that I caught only the word “sorry.”

History became legend … legend became myth.

And why must your era celebrate terror with dessert?

dvnbroch:

Make Me Choose!: 

Anonymous asked: Merida or Rapunzel?

eowyns:

You look upon a woman.