The Book of Blah

ayanisaway:

what my wedding vows will sound like tbh

what my wedding vows will sound like tbh

meme4u:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.

Oh my god.

I honestly think ovulation makes me crazy

Tagged: #i feel crazy #do i feel crazy? #or is it just my uterus #or is it because i've started watchig #hannibal

commedesrei:

My love for Frank Sinatra is equivalent to my love for Ella Fitzgerald. A soothingly romantic classic.

alphaqueer:

il-tenore-regina:

slay-z:

the motherfucking motto

life!

i’ll take anything i can get, tbh

Tagged: #this motto will drive me into the gutter

wolfcrown:

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

poem I wrote on the train a while ago

hipsville:

Oh New York City, I put
all of my dreams in you, no
i can’t see my back laying on
another floored mattress in a
studio apartment, I can’t see
myself in blue jeans driving a
Volvo around the Midwest, can’t
see a big house, a husband, no I
see a Brooklyn apartment with my
name on the lease, I see a white
wall tinged yellow from cigarette
smoke, New York, my eyes see only
your streets the grayer they are the
more my colors pop out, New York, I
kiss your old decaying buildings, I know
Bloomberg wants them gone, but I
still love them, New York, I’ll sleep
on their cold floors if I gotta and I
can’t see myself without a pen in
hand or painted lips yelling or hands
held out to hold, I can’t see myself
with no impact, this world needs me, I
think, New York, I’ll make something with
my good name, I’ll make my own skyscraper
I’ll scream from the rooftops and no one
will hear me over your never ending sirens but
I’ll keep screaming because if one person hears
that’s good enough for me.