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dear miss saucy,

i hereby order you to give me as many kisses and as many hours of your company as i shall please to demand, and charge them to my account.

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micasaessucasa:

Black And White Traditional Living Rooms

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Chloe, I can’t do this without you.

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This is my last tattoo, it is made by Francesca De Angelis from Tikitattoo Studio (Pescara, Italy) at the XIII International Tattoo Expo in Rome.

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“There is something vulnerable about showing your tattoos to people, even while it gives you a feeling that you are wearing a sleeve when you are...”

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No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke - that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home.

David Foster Wallace, “Laughing with Kafka”

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“If it’s making out then, uh, he should want to do that, it’s super fun. If it’s having sex… he’s probably right in saying, like, slow your roll. Just use your best judgment. Or talk to someone who has better judgment.”

John Hamm is on a roll.

Ask a Grown Man: Jon Hamm (by Rookie)

[Kafka] managed to represent so fully the everyday passage from hope to grief and from desperate wisdom to intentional blindness.

from the essay Hope and the Absurd in the Work of Kafka, by Albert Camus (via fuckyeahfranzkafka)

It’s 4 o’clock in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Because I’ve lost control of my life.

This will never stop being relevant.

The Tragedy of Chocolate Pudding (by Radolumbo)

“Back in that day, parents never… well, I don’t know about other parents, but my dad didn’t wear any underwear.”

I am so much in love with this guy.

Inside The Actors Studio - Kiefer Sutherland (by SirPsychoFlea)

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sverige _ denmark _ 35mm (by carolinebittencourt)

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I’m not talking philosophy here. I suppose some would say suffering doesn’t necessarily have any meaning at all but I don’t agree — it sure as hell has meaning for the the sufferer. Even if he can only arrive at the question, why me? But it seems to me that pain always involves the loss of something — not necessarily the loss of life and limb but sometimes, of capability, innocence, personality, the capacity for joy. Loss eddies outward into other lives and it always has meaning for the loser.

Splat Goes the Hero: Visceral Horror | LitReactor