I don’t have heroes.
Adam (via remingtonwildone)


You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o’ the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders; till at length
Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
Making not reservation of yourselves,
Still your own foes, deliver you as most
Abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.
Coriolanus (Coriolanus, Act III scene iii)





fatalitum:

Don’t Move (2013)



cyanideand-cupcakes:

Limited stock is up.
May bring back some acrylic necklaces and earrings soon.

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dj-baby-bokchoy:

this is fucked up

this fucked me up