When you’re growing up, you go through a series of misjudgments. Not bad choices, but wrong choices. People make mistakes. We all fuck up.
Johnny Depp (via hey-fresh)

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The Beatles are hella fine
Jesus probably (via nirvanaisclose)

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There are no Jack Kerouacs or Holden Caulfields for girls. Literary girls don’t take road-trips to find themselves; they take trips to find men.

"Great" books, as defined by the Western canon, didn’t contain female protagonists I could admire. In fact, they barely contained female protagonists at all.

It’s Frustratingly Rare to Find a Novel About Women That’s Not About Love - Kelsey McKinney - The Atlantic (via davidlynchshair)

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Here’s another colorization for y’alls(…), This time it The Beatles.
I loved you more than you deserved, fucker.
You Didn’t Deserve a Thing  (via n-0-s-t-a-l-g-i-aa)

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