Marlon Brando’s ‘Rebel Without a Cause’ screen test. [X]


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corsets make ya boobs look perf. i’ve been strangely fascinated with corsets for 10 years, i got my first steal boned corset just before i turned 17. Its an interesting form of body modification and there is nothing more feminine and pretty than a classic hourglass shape. corset/waist training is like, one of my ultimate goals yet i always try to lace down too much too soon and then make myself sick hahaha maybe this time around i will learn some patience? and no, diet and exercise do not give you the same results as having steel rods reshape your ribcage. exercise and diet do not move your insides around. and “waist cinchers” shapewear and plastic boning will not do a damn thing in terms of permanent results. i think im going to attempt the rollercoaster method and honestly just try to listen to my body because at the end of the day, thats what its all about.

dads evil girlfriend (he always has an evil girlfriend, ive only really liked 2 of them and there have been MANY) is moving out and all i can do is laugh and hope she doesnt take anything that doesnt belong to her. DING DONG Y’ALL. WITCH IS DEAD Y’ALL.

parents dating sucks. and its even worse when youre an adult living with your parent, and they date assholes. this women has a sick fantasy that we would become this blended family, my dad would go hang out with her family like every weekend, like her adult children and my dads adult children would get along famously, do BBQs, exchange presents at birthdays. LADY. stop whatever you’re smoking and realize that dating in your 50s isnt like that, and your attempts to make my dad a social creature have failed BECAUSE THATS NOT WHO HE IS AND YOU KNEW THAT BEFORE YOUR CRAZY ASS MOVED IN.

kill me if i have to date in my 50s and 60s. put a bullet in my head.

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Cute lil snakey


Sergey Vaskevich

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Screamin’ Jay Hawkins…

That haunting voodoo jazz.

If ya don’t know, now ya know, baby.

tis the season

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