June on the Weast Coast
Hey, I am Abbie. 16. Female. Label-less. Willing to talk to anyone as long as they aren't mean, but that's obvious.

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  • me speaking french like:
    oh mon dieu! c'est la plus belle pizza que j'ai jamais vu! le fromage est frais, c'est vraiment mieux. que le dernier film de gérard depardieu

  • cyclopette:

    *wakes up at 9* nice

    *immediately falls asleep, wakes up at noon* less nice


pastel puzzle by bill666


    if we are in a mutual feel free to:

    • reblog my selfie
    • reblog my selfie
    • just do it rlly
    • reblog my friggin selfie it isnt that hard
    • i guess we could talk or something idk

    (Source: whirnsy)


Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

    ❝ My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me. ❞
    - Unknown (via fuckinq)

    (Source: roadtothesacred)