ilove it when americans are like oh yeah my family has generational trauma but we dont know where it came from 🤔 your irish great great grandfather moved to america and then raised a child who fought in the first world war who then raised a child who fought in the second world war who raised a child who fought in vietnam who then raised a child who fought in iraq. i fucking wonder where it comes from man

Cailee Spaeny

he’s good I was good

he’s really good I was really good

the adventures of manic pixie dream girl and depressive gnome nightmare boy

Fiona Apple photographed by Spiros Politis, 1996

ppl managing to live where they grew up is really bizarre to me

she bar on my baric til i yawp

1993: Backstage photos of makeup being done for the play al-Jamila Wal Wahsh [Beauty and the Beast], which was produced by a theatre in Jerusalem, Palestine.

Zooey Deschanel

it used to be Pitts would take care of it but when Meeks roomed with him junior year he realized that Pitts was just sort of. Keeping the bugs in little jars. And so he calmly disagreed (had a major freak out because he’s scared of bugs) and now Pitts isn’t allowed to keep bugs in his room.

Todd is like fresh brand new to welton and he comes back to his room one day to find his roommate and that dalton kid from across the hall STANDING on neils bed shouting. And he’s like?? And there’s a roach on the floor. And that weird ginger that rooms with charlie shows up and tells them to keep it down and they’re like shut up cameron. And then Cameron sees the roach and freaks out and jumps onto todds bed and Todd is like ok absolutely not Get Off Of MY bed. So he just steps on it with his school issued loafers and wipes it up with a tissue and walks out. And it’s the only thing the poets talk about at dinner that night.

Todd Anderson is the official bug killer of the welton dormitory

irl tumblr meetup with the mutual circle but no one says what their url is so u have to guess who is who

Fuck you to the girly pop who made me watch dead poets society. i’ve got enough on my plate already without having to mourn the death of a fictional suicidal twink every 20 minutes.

Published in 2006 — pages from Dirty Blonde: The Diaries of Courtney Love