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La Dolce Vita (1960) dir. Federico Fellini

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I remember the first time I listened to pearl jam I was in a friends house and he put on their mtv concert and was like “Do you like pearl jam?” And I said ‘idk I don’t care much for basketball’ and we stared at each other for a while in silence until he said ‘That’s space jam’

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–And where is she now? Out of my reach–out of my world, torn from me.

Charlotte Brontë, on the death of Emily Brontë, from a letter to W.S. Williams featured in The Letters of Charlotte Brontë: 1848-1851 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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you ever see a straight white dude express a political opinion and it becomes very apparent that they listened to rage against the machine as a teenager but they thought the line “fuck you i won’t do what you tell me” was like, directed at their mom

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this dude looks like what tommy wiseau thinks he looks like

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Portrait by New York-based Pakistani artist Salman Toor. Oil on canvas.

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G.B. Gaulli, Trionfo del Sacro Nome di Gesù, Chiesa del Gesù, Roma

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i ate chef boyardee and began to cry bro that shit was so bad… i had noodles i could have eaten those

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Jeff Buckley photographed on the roof of his apartment by his then girlfriend Rebecca Moore, NYC, 1992.

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No umbrellas we get cleansed by the rain like stevie nicks wanted

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A place of almost unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and vicious secrets. No prayers dare enter this frightful maw, for spirits there care not for good deeds or priestly implications. They are likely to rip the flesh from your bones then greet you with a happy “good day”. And of the highest, these spirits in this hidden land of unmuffled screams and broken hearts offer up a power so vast that its bearer might reorder the Earth, to his liking. Now this place is called the Black Lodge… and I intend to find it.

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Rodin, L’ abbraccio