oh johnny

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johnny cash wrote 'to do' lists. just that alone says a lot about the man. and then, the things he put down tell you pretty much everything you need to know.

the breakaways

kreayshawn

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maluca mala

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melody ehsani

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kesh kumari

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i like pretty girls who don't play it safe. i mean, i like anyone who doesn't play it safe— anyone who runs a little wild, who talks too much, who blunders and breaks things and knows how to keep going, whose got spirit and momentum and restlessness, and just the right amount of mischief in them.

barbarella

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jane fonda was such a babe.

dancehall queen

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these shots are from rihanna's video "rude boy". i'm so into this 80's dancehall vibe. the in-your-face style, the big bold colors. just super rad looking. i'm not necessarily a huge fan of rihanna's music, but the video for this song is all awesomeness.

killing it

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the hundred in the hands. i love this band right now. i like they way they look together. i think she is adorable and her name— eleanore everdell— is too wonderful...it sounds like the name for a clever little girl out of a storybook...a girl full of wit and adventure and puzzling details.
here is my favorite song of theirs.

the end of it all

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i'm reading charles bukowski's post office. it's a real banger. full of folly and something close to swagger, but not quite because the space in between every word is saturated with such sadness and despair. but still, the "fuck it, fuck the world, fuck you" moments run all over the place in this novel, and that definitely makes it a fun read. and there are sections that work like a straight, fast arrow that come right at you, hard and quick, breaking through your skin before you even know what hit you.
for me, this bit just nails it down—
God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one's ass is too big and that one's tits are too small, and this one is mad and that one is crazy and that one is a religionist and that one reads tea leaves and this one can't control her farts, and that one has this big nose, and that one has boney legs...
But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress...a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.

swagger