Not that little, but tallawah nonetheless

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Happy Birthday to actor, singer, dancer and choreographer Gregory Hines! Still of Sammy Davis Jr. & Gregory Hines in the movie Tap.

And in terms of deaths of complete strangers that continue to make me sad…

I was looking for a picture with sad Boys, and independent of any plot (“Oh, he sitting over Sam’s corpse in that one—he’s taken him to an old house and refuses to bury him” or “He looks confused because his father was nice to him, and now his father is going to sacrifice his life so his son can live” or “Well, he has the devil in his head all the time, so he’s had to be put in an asylum” or “He’s about to go kill the woman he slept with last night, because she asked him to—he won’t let Dean do it instead”) I think these are well chosen to be nicely poignant and FUCKING HOT.

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Why would someone do this? Because they hate happiness, right? That’s the only possible reason. They hate happiness, and puppies.

(via slumberpartyatmishas)

I realised that if i were going to describe my art style in terms of sex—I’d be a commitment-phobic vanilla premature ejaculator.

Sad now.

But that’s me in public, in class. When I’m home alone I do rough things up a bit and get a little more freaky, but still…no flattering analogies to be had.

When it was clear, they’d park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars for hours, without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls but they were never, in fact, homeless.

They’re homeless now, aren’t they, though?

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I never loved Boromir like Peter Jackson and Sean Bean made me love Boromir. I just never got all of him.

Break my fucking heart, will you? Saddest thing not involving short people in the entire trilogy.

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