Alain Delon and Marianne Faithfull in ‘The Girl On A Motorcycle’, directed by Jack Cardiff, 1968.

"What’s a bounty?"

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"The poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society and we are their unwitting accomplices." - They Live (1988)

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He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty.

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#beyonce  

Isn’t it pretty to think so?

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via ibaapzo)

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loki-friggason:

It looks likE A THOR & LOKI VICTORIAN HORROR AU

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#>:(  

cwnerd12:

ladyfabulous:

torrilla:

Tom Hiddleston seen dressed in costume while filming scenes for the new horror movie ‘Crimson Peak’ in Toronto on April 16, 2014 [HQ]

Smh

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG

deforest:

Ingrid Bergman, c. 1940s

mariedeflor:

"My father loved my mother madly and when she died, he went gypsy. I was raised by strangers, farmed out. There were no rules or regulations. Whoever would take me for five dollars a week, that’s where I was. So I really didn’t have any family." 
     She learned to live on the streets and to make the best of it. "We never played games, I never cared for games anyway. The only game I can remember playing is the game of fighting." She learned at a young age that her survival was based on self-preservation.
     She was the leader of any gang she and her brother played with. Despite her quietness, the other children would turn to her when they were hurt or bullied. She never failed them. 

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itsalwayslocked:

ninesbadwolf:

hi, here’s a full collection of the kate beaton nancy drew comics

1, 2, 3, 4

because why not

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#GOD  

nevver:

Love actually

gillyanderson:

AND NOW THIS

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#fUCK  

nevver:

Suppression, Tom Bagshaw

cressus:

     No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.  
     -   Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini

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