Aubrey Plaza - Photoshoot Nylon Magazine
Japanese child actress Mana Ashida (little Mako) was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.
My Neighbor Guillermo Del Toro.
If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.
Teacher: sit down
you are fireworks lit at sunrise
you are summer moonrise
“That’s my favourite photo of us. I’ve got it in my hall.” - Alex Turner
Self. Chris Devour 2013
it’s ironic how middle school boys will make fun of the gay kid but then draw dicks on literally everything
i had this dream where i went to a tiny village in a coastal area of bulgaria/russia (around the black sea in the balkans) and i was driving through in an old lada and it was just really lovely and now i want to go to russia
anyone got somewhere to stay in russia/around eastern europe hit a brother up
Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”
i have no idea what i’m doing for this japanese project i’m supposed to do these holidays and it’s stressing me out
i know i still have a week to do it but i’m making zero headway and i just need to do it gah
To the living, I am gone
To the sorrowful, I will never return
To the angry, I was cheated.
But, to the happy, I am at peace
And to the faithful, I have never left
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore,
gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me
As you sit quietly among
wind ruffled trees and birds - remember me
As you watch the sunset light
the hill face on fire - remember me
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts
your memories of the times we loved,
the times we cried, the times we fought,
the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.
"Remember Me" by Margaret Mead.
This poem was read at my mother’s burial ceremony and it brought me to tears. Still does.
Love you, mum. Rest in peace.