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ejakulation:

Kate Moss by Arthur Elgort for British Vogue, March 1994

ejakulation:

Kate Moss by Arthur Elgort for British Vogue, March 1994

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We want to stand upon our own feet and look fair and square at the world — its good facts, its bad facts, its beauties, and its ugliness; see the world as it is and be not afraid of it. Conquer the world by intelligence and not merely by being slavishly subdued by the terror that comes from it. The whole conception of God is a conception derived from the ancient Oriental despotisms. It is a conception quite unworthy of free men. When you hear people in church debasing themselves and saying that they are miserable sinners, and all the rest of it, it seems contemptible and not worthy of self-respecting human beings. We ought to stand up and look the world frankly in the face. We ought to make the best we can of the world, and if it is not so good as we wish, after all it will still be better than what these others have made of it in all these ages. A good world needs knowledge, kindliness, and courage; it does not need a regretful hankering after the past or a fettering of the free intelligence by the words uttered long ago by ignorant men. It needs a fearless outlook and a free intelligence. It needs hope for the future, not looking back all the time toward a past that is dead, which we trust will be far surpassed by the future that our intelligence can create.
by Why I Am Not A Christian, by Bertrand Russell (via scipsy)

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hi:

does anyone else feel kinda chubby sometimes when ur on the computer

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so u just take ur shirt and

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He taught me to bike, row, how you can exceed the speed limit by 20% without getting busted. She spoke of adult matters in English. She taught me to always floss. To put things back where they belong. They hated reactionaries, but waited years before buying a VCR. They were both from Oslo. Remembered places we passed. Slightly deaf, he insisted on hearing the absurd: “What do you think is best?” “Got waffles on your chest?” They thought intellecual achievement was superior to sports success. They were sympathetic to celebrities who protected their privacy. They made me a critical reader, contemptuous of the less eloquent. But anyone I brought home got a warm welcome. They never missed the evening news. He took a test, then proudly told us he had an artistic personality. He said people who valued military experience were dull. She held a tolerant view on drugs. He wanted to ban barbecuing in parks. Democracy was just the best alternative. She thought Bardot should help people, not animals. They respected my privacy. Maybe too much. They taught me religion is a weakness. I don’t know if I agree. They never taught me to cook or build a relationship, but they seemed happy. They never told me how friendship dissolves until you’re strangers, friends in name only. They let me be picky about food. She said I could do as I wished. Decide what to be, who to love, where to live. They would always help me. They were stricter with my sister than with me
by Oslo, 31. August (via knockturnul)

art-of-whore:

i still cant believe the easter bunny died for our sins

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humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?""Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."

humansofnewyork:

"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"Probably sitting at the kitchen table with my dad, an hour after my mother died, realizing we had to figure out what we were going to do for lunch."

filmap:

High Fidelity
Stephen Frears. 2000

Championship Vinyl
See in map

See in imdb

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vercxce:

My internet was down for 5 minutes so i went downstairs and spoke to my family

They seem like nice people

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