evolvixen:

salma hayek - from dusk till dawn

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jncos:

Hmm. I don’t really have much education regarding this issue and my perspective is extremely distant and un-involved as it doesn’t affect me in the slightest. Better comment on it anyway, though. My voice must be heard.

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bartrapocalypse:

pordecimavez:

I’M DONE FOR THE NIGHT I PROMISE

I’M NOT MAKING ANYMORE

GOODBYE 

WHAT IS THIS

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#Quotes  

thereal1990s:

Mermaids (1990)

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Verena Michels and Zyanya Keizer S/S 2015

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gloomgender

mogai-archive:

definition: nonbinary/indifferent. mostly darkness, the new moon phase, apathy and a mix of a bit of masculinity, bit of femininity and lack of gender. can include sadness, grief and depression.

coined by: glutenphobic

Messi, Alves and Neymar hugging.

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Despite so many of their shortcomings, I have always admired my parents — not due to the type of parents they were, but as the people they were outside of that particular context. That was where they really shone. There are times when I fancy myself off into the far off future having accomplished wonderful, historical things, and I picture either the first or the last line in my obituary saying, “[…] She was the only child of both Enna Desai and Robert Mazzola” with their respective dates of birth and death listed there as well. My lineage — one of the few times I ever think about it with a (misplaced?) sense of pride. 

My relationship with my father has always been difficult to put into words. For years after when my parents divorced, I couldn’t even talk about him without my throat closing and immediately wanting to bawl. I consider myself an extremely reserved person and am very uncomfortable whenever people try to comfort me (probably with the exception of my boyfriend), so I always demurred in conversation whenever people would ask me about him. However, if there was anyone on this Earth whose entire mental landscape I mirrored completely, it had always been my dads, which I’ve struggled with for as long as I’ve had a critically thinking mind. 

The word "forever" has always seemed extremely childish to me - to paraphrase a poet, who we are comes in waves. Emotions wax and wane. So few things are ever truly engraved into our bones and change the flow of blood inside us - “forever”. Unfortunately, my dad died today, and consequently with the finality of this fact, with all previous grudges washed into the sand as if they were never there to begin with, I know I will love him forever. 

shialablunt:

Cindy Crawford on MTV’s House of Style in 1989 wearing Azzedine Alaia