Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Quite possibly my favorite post on tumblr.
Instant reblog, favourite post, easily
its on valentines day </3 aww :(
that’s well cute
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
IT ALL MAKES SENSE.
Then Inception happens
I love this new trend of actresses calling reporters out on their bullshit.
Can I just, Renner’s face is the second and third frames. He’s so disappointe in the male race at that moment. And so proud of Scarlett.
Scarlett Johansen, you are badass.
Four for you, Scarlett! You go, Scarlett!
Forever reblog this damn woman.
Bless you, Madam.