with some dumb haircut from 1960

good things and I'll put them here - formerly hannahkarina
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Posts tagged forever and ever

Jul 13
danielfaraday:

fadetoblack-:fujiidom:


Step Brothers, (2008)

danielfaraday:

fadetoblack-:fujiidom:

Step Brothers, (2008)


Jul 12

Jul 11

Jul 10

HAMM PARTY!!!!!!!!!!

fakemustache:

pygmygeek | rufustfirefly:


(via dylansyoung)

How did I not know this was even a thing that existed?!

Oh Mel GiLbson, you consistently surprise me.

(via dylansyoung)

How did I not know this was even a thing that existed?!

Oh Mel GiLbson, you consistently surprise me.


Jul 3
francoiseloraine:

mygang:

The Clash

francoiseloraine:

mygang:

The Clash


corcordium:

lisztomania | thelatter:


Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense. You’re just the afterbirth, Eli. You slithered out of your mother’s filth.  They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantlepiece. Where were you when Paul was suckling at your mother’s teat? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Eli- one of Bandy’s sows? That land has been had. Nothing you can do about it. It’s gone. It’s had. You lose.

DRAAAAAIIIIINAGE! DRAINED DRY, ELI, YOU BOY. I’M SO SORRY. IF YOU HAVE A MILKSHAKE, AND I HAVE A MILKSHAKE — THERE IT IS, THAT’S THE STRAW, YOU SEE? AND MY STRAW REACHES ACROOOOOOOOOOOSS THE ROOM AND STARTS TO DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE 
I. DRINK. YOUR. MILKSHAKE. I DRINK IT UP.

corcordium:

lisztomania | thelatter:

Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense. You’re just the afterbirth, Eli. You slithered out of your mother’s filth.  They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantlepiece. Where were you when Paul was suckling at your mother’s teat? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Eli- one of Bandy’s sows? That land has been had. Nothing you can do about it. It’s gone. It’s had. You lose.

DRAAAAAIIIIINAGE! DRAINED DRY, ELI, YOU BOY. I’M SO SORRY. IF YOU HAVE A MILKSHAKE, AND I HAVE A MILKSHAKE — THERE IT IS, THAT’S THE STRAW, YOU SEE? AND MY STRAW REACHES ACROOOOOOOOOOOSS THE ROOM AND STARTS TO DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE

I. DRINK. YOUR. MILKSHAKE. I DRINK IT UP.