You can’t outwit fate by standing on the sidelines placing little sidebets about the outcome of life. either you wade in and risk everything you have to play the game or you don’t play at all. and if u don’t play u can’t win.

Judith McNaught, Paradise (via hqlines)
passionatedancing:

russianpointegirl:

neverlandiswhereimhome:

myswancostume:

pas-de-chat-saute-de-chat:

ilovemarianela:

The Queen meets Sarah Lamb, Marianela Nunez and Thiago Soares at the Royal Opera House in October 2012.

I think you meant the queens meet Elizabeth the Second

yoooooooooooo

Elizabeth the second meets half naked queens

and a half naked king

this post just keeps getting better

passionatedancing:

russianpointegirl:

neverlandiswhereimhome:

myswancostume:

pas-de-chat-saute-de-chat:

ilovemarianela:

The Queen meets Sarah Lamb, Marianela Nunez and Thiago Soares at the Royal Opera House in October 2012.

I think you meant the queens meet Elizabeth the Second

yoooooooooooo

Elizabeth the second meets half naked queens

and a half naked king

this post just keeps getting better

(via balletwarrior)

unconfuses:

idkcuddles:


littlebirdds:

augustuos:

unconfuses:

As usual I was really bored today and I happened to discover this amazing facts about kissing and such, check them out:
Kissing Style By Zodiac Sign
Ways Many People Kiss
How They Kiss Around The World
Benefits of Kissing


I’m just here giggling like a kid because of my zodiac sign omg

is that really how people kiss in Russia???? lmao wtf

unconfuses:

idkcuddles:

littlebirdds:

augustuos:

unconfuses:

As usual I was really bored today and I happened to discover this amazing facts about kissing and such, check them out:

I’m just here giggling like a kid because of my zodiac sign omg

is that really how people kiss in Russia???? lmao wtf

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Hocus Pocus (1993)

Hocus Pocus (1993)

(Source: katefuckingwinslet, via autumnmutua)

bitchycurvymonster:

asylum-art:

fCan piling logs be an art form? Yes, apparently. There are people out there who arrange huge piles of logs into beautiful pictures that will gradually disappear as they are burned throughout the cold winter months.

It can all seem a bit absurd until you realize that, depending on the type of wood and how they’re cut, logs actually present quite the variety of colors and textures for someone with the patience and the eye to take advantage of them. There are even art galleries that have showcased art like this. If you’ve been inspired to create your own log pile art, share it with us below!

  1. Created by Gary Tallman
  2. Created by: Alastair Heseltine
  3. Image credits: Lyn / Neale
  4. Created by Gary Tallman
  5. Created by Gary Tallman
  6. Created by: Olle Hagman
  7. credits:David Henry
  8. Created by:Gary Tallman
  9. Created by: Gyula Varnai
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lovemedoblackbird

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iwantasuperwholockurl:

theblackcatstirs:

shiningartifact:

ziusik:

thinly:


-Sir, we’ve found this and we needed you to name it.
-Pineapple.
-But we figured we might as well just call it “Ananas” since the majority of the world refers to it as-
-Pineapple.
-But sir-
-Pine. Apple.

CRYING I HAVE TO REBLOG IM SORRY OMFG

PINE. APPLE.

LOL THIS IS THE GREATEST.

If this doesn’t perfectly sum up the English language I don’t know what does

malay: nanas

iwantasuperwholockurl:

theblackcatstirs:

shiningartifact:

ziusik:

thinly:

-Sir, we’ve found this and we needed you to name it.

-Pineapple.

-But we figured we might as well just call it “Ananas” since the majority of the world refers to it as-

-Pineapple.

-But sir-

-Pine. Apple.

CRYING I HAVE TO REBLOG IM SORRY OMFG

PINE. APPLE.

LOL THIS IS THE GREATEST.

If this doesn’t perfectly sum up the English language I don’t know what does

malay: nanas

(Source: french-tea, via balletwarrior)

chrisbrinleejr:

Today was fun. We found our own private blue lagoon up in the mountains 45 minutes southwest of Reykjavik, Iceland. The water was warmed by the many hot springs located in the area; temperatures were balanced out by the cool water flowing in. Perfect. We were the only people around for miles; our spirits could not be contained.

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ecklekctic:

Anna Karina: That happened while we were shooting the picture in Geneva. It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life.
So I get to the Cafe de la Prez, and Jean-Luc was sitting there reading a paper, but I don’t think he was really reading it. I just stood there in front of him for what seemed like an hour but I guess was not more than thirty seconds. Suddenly he stopped reading and said,” Here you are. Shall we go?” So we went to his hotel. The next morning when I woke up he wasn’t there. I got very worried. I took a shower, and then he came back about an hour later with the dress I wore in the film - the white dress with flowers. And it was my size, perfect. It was like my wedding dress.
We carried on shooting the film, and, of course, my painter left. When the picture was finished, I went back to Paris with Jean-Luc, Michel Subor, who was the main actor, and Laszlo Szabo, who was also in the film, in Jean-Luc’s American car. We were all wearing dark glasses and we got stopped at the border – I guess they thought we were gangsters. When we arrived in Paris, Jean-Luc dropped the other two off and said to me, “Where are you going?”  I said, “I have to stay with you. You’re the only person I have in the world now.” And he said, “Oh my God.”

ecklekctic:

Anna KarinaThat happened while we were shooting the picture in Geneva. It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life.

So I get to the Cafe de la Prez, and Jean-Luc was sitting there reading a paper, but I don’t think he was really reading it. I just stood there in front of him for what seemed like an hour but I guess was not more than thirty seconds. Suddenly he stopped reading and said,” Here you are. Shall we go?” So we went to his hotel. The next morning when I woke up he wasn’t there. I got very worried. I took a shower, and then he came back about an hour later with the dress I wore in the film - the white dress with flowers. And it was my size, perfect. It was like my wedding dress.

We carried on shooting the film, and, of course, my painter left. When the picture was finished, I went back to Paris with Jean-Luc, Michel Subor, who was the main actor, and Laszlo Szabo, who was also in the film, in Jean-Luc’s American car. We were all wearing dark glasses and we got stopped at the border – I guess they thought we were gangsters. When we arrived in Paris, Jean-Luc dropped the other two off and said to me, “Where are you going?”  I said, “I have to stay with you. You’re the only person I have in the world now.” And he said, “Oh my God.”

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finitebeings:

regalia-of-wisdom:

bedlamsbard:

The difference between learning a modern language and an ancient language is that in first year French you learn “Where is the bathroom?” and “How do I get to the train station?” and in first year Attic Greek or Latin you learn “I have judged you worthy of death” and “The tyrant had everyone in the city killed.”

in pictura est puella 

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

Mark Twain (via wanderust)

(Source: the-bitchextraordinaire, via finitebeings)