kylarose:

Clarine Seymour in The Girl Who Stayed At Home (1919), dir. D.W. Griffith

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This movie was, obviously, great. And, obviously, the styling was absolute eye candy. But what I keep thinking about today, other than wishing I could pull off a bob, is…where do I get gold tipped cigarettes like F. Scott has there?? Does anyone know? I would love some for special occasions. 

Yeah, not smoking lasted like, a day.

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This is how I feel about life right now. I’m unemployed, out of school, and have enough savings to pay the bills and (probably?) keep me in beer and blueberries for the rest of the summer. Getting a job is of secondary importance to finding a cute boy who will take me to the beach on the reg. Now that we finally have the internet hooked up in my apartment, my motivation to actually do anything productive is down 200%. Thinking about volunteering at the gallery like I did a few years ago, and picking up some uber part time serving shifts somewhere to make tips. Real talk: I mostly just want to go dancing.

Vampyros Lesbos, Jesus Franco, 1971.

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This is a hard lesson to learn.

Replace “dodge ball” with “do anything” and this sums up my day pretty well.

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colettesaintyves:

Smultronstället (Wild Strawberries), Ingmar Bergman, 1957.

my DAD gave me this movie to watch. and yes, it was great, and when i told him so he gave a few other bergman films. but jeeze, plz remember you are my daddy and thinking about you as a real person who likes old school risque ~indie~ movies is weird. i’ll never be as cool.

THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE.

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