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I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
note to self (via antiquedvintage)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via swimnug)

My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)


do you think he knows



she was so good at being in trouble, so bad at being in love.

(via talesofnorth)


This city will be my hometown soon.

August 13, 1899:  Master of Suspense Alfred Hitchcock Born
On this day in 1899, film director and producer Alfred Hitchcock was born in London.  Considered to be a pioneer of the suspense and psychological thriller genres, Hitchcock set precedents in the filmic techniques of camera movement, composition and editing.
Hitchcock’s filmography includes popular classics like Psycho and Vertigo, but he also worked as “treatment advisor” (or film editor) on an unfinished Holocaust documentary commissioned by the British Army in 1945. 
The project was abandoned until 1985, when FRONTLINE acquired the footage and broadcast the film as it was found, unedited, with missing sound tracks and the original typed narration script, under the title “Memory of the Camps.”
Watch “Memory of the Camps” here.
Photo: Library of Congress

Death blowing bubbles on ‘wallpaper’..

sorry for not posting as much as i used to, but seeing so many wonderful things on tumblr and vimeo just makes me stay more and more tied to the chair. i love almost every single thing that appears in my dashboard, but i feel unfortunate that tumblr has a daily limit in sharing. that’s why you may not see me anymore active, but feel free to check my archive. i will create a masterpost in which i will include the most influential pages from across tumblr.


gathering storm by fiddleoak on Flickr.