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Reblogged from iheartthexfiles

The way Scully sits on a bed.

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Reblogged from motiveweight
You will never change your life until you change something you do daily. The secret of your success is found in your daily routine.  Darren Hardy (The Compound Effect)

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New York City is hard. For real. More like, the first year out of college is fucking hard. For real. 

I’ve never been more broke in my life. I don’t do the things i want to do like sew and act because I’m still trying to find my footing. Along with trying to find a new job. Which I will find. 

I have my BB. And my apartment and my equally broke-ish/scared/scrambling friends around. this is what it;s supposed to be like. At least for a few of us. And those of us who don’t struggle. Well. I feel like they aren’t real people. 

I swear to god, I wish it were required that everyone had to work in the service industry for at least 6 months of their lives. The world would be a much better place. 

I feel like something new is in sight. I finally have the gumption to do. I let fear rule me much too often and I promised myself when I was 15 that I wouldn’t do that. So I’m not going to anymore. Or I will try not to do that anymore. 

I miss acting. More than I miss comfortability. More than I miss most anything.

I am beyond disappointed in my alma mater’s decision making this year in terms of the way the theatre department is being run. It’s disgusting and not at all what the women of the college expected or supported. I’m thoroughly repulsed. I want to scream. I feel like I tried to make sure the department wasn’t going to go commercial. I worked my ass off as REP last year to make sure that it didn’t happen and it’s sad that they never took the students words and concerns into consideration. All they are trying to do is turn a profit and they are doing in the worst way possible. They aren’t going to produce working graduates if they don’t support their needs. UGH. SO fucking disappointed.  

Reblogged from funeral-wreaths

The Secret Garden, 1993, dir. Agnieszka Holland
If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.’

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Reblogged from latimes

latimes:

A tough Wyoming cowboy who just happens to like blouses

Sissy Goodwin isn’t gay; he’s been married for 45 years and has two adult children. As a young man, he was a rodeo cowboy who rode bulls bareback, a free spirit who never shied away from a fistfight. The former aircraft mechanic loves to drink beer, play golf, throw steaks on the grill.

What sets him apart, he says, is what he calls gender independence: He just likes to do most things in a dress.

A resilient guy living it out in Wyoming, a state he refers to as “the Mississippi of the West” for its disposition toward him, Goodwin has been beaten, arrested and glared at for years - but he continues his defiant dressing habits to this day.

Read more from reporter John M. Glionna in a Column One feature.

Photos: Mel Melcon / Los Angeles Times

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yulibow:

arcadiagallery: Jeremy Lipking, “Braids,” Oil on Linen, 24” x 18”

yulibow:

arcadiagallery: Jeremy Lipking, “Braids,” Oil on Linen, 24” x 18”

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Reblogged from camill200
Yess.

Recently, all i really want out of life is to… have Neil Patrick Harris’ life. (baby’s-hubby-career-etc)
How I Met Your Mother means so much more when living in the city btw. 

Yess.

Recently, all i really want out of life is to… have Neil Patrick Harris’ life. (baby’s-hubby-career-etc)

How I Met Your Mother means so much more when living in the city btw. 

Reblogged from hannahorvath

rudesby:

NOPE.

N. O. P. E.

NOT ALLOWED. GO HOME.

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Reblogged from stoneobscurity

Happy wonderful beautiful Mountain Day to all Mohos. If you’re a student: CLIMB (at least once before graduation — you’ll never regret it). If you are an alum: find some icecream, or a mountain, or talk to a fellow moho today.  Celebrate. Celebrate being an Uncommon Woman… for the rest of your life. 

It’s a bittersweet day here. 

Reblogged from humansofnewyork
humansofnewyork:

"There are two books in America: one for the poor and one for the rich. The poor person does a crime, and gets 40 years. A rich person gets a slap on the wrist for the same crime. They say that the poor person doesn’t want to work and the poor person just wants a handout. Well I picked cotton until I was thirteen, left Alabama and got my education in the streets of New York. I drove a long distance truck all my life and never once drew welfare, never once took food stamps either. I sent four kids to college. But they say all poor people do is sit around with a quart of beer. Look in this bag next to me. I’ve got three things in this bag next to me: a Red Bull, a Pepsi, and Draino, because my drain is clogged. But you see, even if I do everything right, I still have to play by the poor book.”

humansofnewyork:

"There are two books in America: one for the poor and one for the rich. The poor person does a crime, and gets 40 years. A rich person gets a slap on the wrist for the same crime. They say that the poor person doesn’t want to work and the poor person just wants a handout. Well I picked cotton until I was thirteen, left Alabama and got my education in the streets of New York. I drove a long distance truck all my life and never once drew welfare, never once took food stamps either. I sent four kids to college. But they say all poor people do is sit around with a quart of beer. Look in this bag next to me. I’ve got three things in this bag next to me: a Red Bull, a Pepsi, and Draino, because my drain is clogged. But you see, even if I do everything right, I still have to play by the poor book.”