yirn:
(via desertdreamtime)
ktjjj submitted:
once i had a breakdown and cried into my pillow and this happened and i feel like this is an accurate representation of my current mental state
(via stinkyminaj)
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.
(Source: salesonfilm, via against-fascism)
April 1943. Washington, D.C.
“Girl sitting alone in the Sea Grill waiting for a pickup. ‘I come in here pretty often, sometimes alone, mostly with another girl, we drink beer, and talk, and of course we keep our eyes open — you’d be surprised at how often nice lonesome soldiers ask Sue, the waitress, to introduce them to us.‘
Photo by by Esther Bubley
