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If I Won A Time Machine

These are the places I wish I was and the places id of liked to have been there for

Period: You want cookies
Period: You want to fuck
Period: You want to fuck while eating cookies.
Period: Let's be sad about trivial things, shall we? 
Period: Kill them.
Period: Kill them too.
Period: Kill them and eat their cookies.
Period: Shhhh it's okay you'll feel better soon.
Period: HAHAHAHAHA NO YOU WON'T FUCK YOU.

For some alcohol-induced reason—maybe I´d seen Captains Courageous one time too many— I´d decided it was my duty to stay on board and bale the goddamn thing out. By this time, Frank´s temper had reached its limits. “Get off that fucking boat while there´s still time, you fucking fool”, he roared, shaking his fist in exasperation. “Go fuck yourself,” I replied, always the lady. “I´m staying here.” It was about that time that I discovered that this fancy boat was stocked with a monstrous amount of toilet paper. Why in the name of God the owners had decided to store so much on one boat I´ll never know. But all the champagne I´d drunk convinced me that this wealth must be shared with the world. So I unwrapped roll after roll and floated them all off in general direction of Frank. His rage was now off the charts, and he screamed a variety of curses in my direction that even I found impressive, but nothing he said deterred me from my appointed rounds. Eventually, the boat began to sink in earnest, and I carefully joined Frank on the shore, carrying with me, with perfect survivor´s insticts, the last bottle of champagne and two glasses. We managed to get the bottle open and sat down to regard the scene. What was a little rumpus between lovers, anyway? We clinked glasses, laughed and made up.” —Ava Gardner: My Story

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Margaret Howell S/S 1992 campaign by Koto Bolofo

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1940s