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petewanks:

if u see me smiling in public it means im laughing at the jokes i tell myself in my head 

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Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.”

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Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.

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a-better-kiss:

Brendon’s birthday.

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chubbell:

winxhesters:

potato-tots:

secretlifeofageekygirl:

hugstyles:

why couldn’t i be born with an older brother who is my best friend and has hot friends that flirt with me and drives me places like mcdonalds when im sad and punches rude boys in the face for…

ohzephyr:

Wayne Thiebaud, 24th Street Intersection, 1977

ohzephyr:

Wayne Thiebaud, 24th Street Intersection, 1977

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joeyvachon:

i need a 3 hour kiss

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