"No. I don’t think I ever wanted to be the man who loves children. But from the moment they’re born, that baby comes out and you act proud and excited, hand out cigars. But you don’t feel anything. Especially if you had a difficult childhood. You want to love them but you don’t. And the fact that you’re faking that feeling makes you wonder if your own father had the same problem. Then one day they get older, and you see them do something and you feel that feeling that you were pretending to have, and it feels like your heart is going to explode."

— Donald Draper (via ehur)


  bey and solo @ coachella 2014.

  bey and solo @ coachella 2014.

(Source: life-of-beyonce, via gthegentleman)

kimchipapi:

Kang So Young by Kim Jin Yong

kimchipapi:

Kang So Young by Kim Jin Yong

(Source: golfwang)

nicholxs:

“I once gave a girl a bloody fake ear in a Tiffany jewlery box with a letter that said ‘Will you Gogh to prom with me?’ Yeah, I guess I’m a romantic.” -Matthew Gray Gubler

(Source: mercedene, via gthegentleman)

fashionri0t:

wadeinlewater:

Marvin was fly.

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fashionri0t:

wadeinlewater:

Marvin was fly.

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(via thedapperhomme)

playedtoday:

praise faithful union of Director Tarik Saleh and Lykke Li.  see sadness is a blessing and I follow rivers.

his obsession with the face and its subtleties + her lyrical tantrums

"Antoine and Colette (Truffaut’s sequel to The 400 Blows) concludes with a sequence of photos by Henri Cartier-Bresson and the title song L’amour à vingt ans. The black and white photos show various couples kissing and in love in Paris, shifting from the individual narrative of Antoine to the paradigmatic representation of Paris expressed by Cartier-Bresson as a city of young love. Truffaut’s portrayal, however, shows us a frustrated love fed nostalgically by affection for Paris.”

(source)

(watch Antoine et Colette online)

(Source: paradoxicalsentiments)

Death by Racism subconscious racism is the worst of all, and it’s what we have today. 

Quittin These Babies. I do this thing a lot, where I tell myself I’m quitting, but won’t throw away my pack. In fact, I’d carry them around, but I’d still be “quitting”…then I’d see someone light up and that’s it. I’d whip em out like I would a hot can of mace at 3am, and thank God I had em. But I’m really quitting. And you know how I know? Because I just threw these out. Me in my right mind would never do that. More so because it is a waste of money. I’d say, “after this pack,” then I’d buy another before I could think. But I threw these out, and I officially quit.

Quittin These Babies. I do this thing a lot, where I tell myself I’m quitting, but won’t throw away my pack. In fact, I’d carry them around, but I’d still be “quitting”…then I’d see someone light up and that’s it. I’d whip em out like I would a hot can of mace at 3am, and thank God I had em. But I’m really quitting. And you know how I know? Because I just threw these out. Me in my right mind would never do that. More so because it is a waste of money. I’d say, “after this pack,” then I’d buy another before I could think. But I threw these out, and I officially quit.