Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
Letters From Nowhere (via mooncrumbs)
(Source: vervelig)
I don’t understand the USA, all your roads are straight and all your cities look like they were planned using Excel.
Everyone knows the only way to build a city is to wait until a bunch of tiny villages merge together over centuries and create a sprawling clusterfuck of winding roads that make no sense and have no street signs and are impossible to navigate unless you’ve lived there all your life.
I always think of Canada as the lovechild of England and France after they had a drunken one night stand and England just left it to grow up with its big brother America who was like the rebel of the family.
this is 100% definitely what happened.
(Source: makemestfu)
Flavia tesoro, c’è solo un modo per scoprirlo.
La ggente™ li capiscono anche adesso, Flavia.
Do you ever choke on your own spit and feel like natural selection is trying to tell you something
E ricordati sempre che Gesù è l’amore, ma Satana sa fare quel giochino con la lingua…
unoetrino (via chezbanshee)
State cercando di dirmi che devo registrarmi alle 2 di notte tutte le stronzate che dico? (via unoetrino)
ma tra l’altro nemmeno è sua, è una citazione, dai.
(via maewe)what was the demon arrested for?
possession
What if condoms had temporary tattoos on the inside like you rolled off the condom and there was a picture of a dinosaur on your dick
(Source: acoolshark)
Quella della mano nel sacco di riso però é spazzata da Amelie
la sostituirei con: sniffare un sacchetto di caffè appena aperto.
e/o infilare il braccio in un barattolo da 3 o più kg di nutella
e/o rendersi conto che la pizza che il cameriere sta portando attraverso una sala affollata è la tua.Scoprire che tutte le calorie mangiate nei giorni dispari non vengono assimilate.
Fare pipì dopo averla trattenuta fino al limite massimo.
(Source: quippyambiguity)
if you’re feeling down i can feel you up
my cat licked my forehead and then tapped it with her paw i think i just got baptised
