warm-moon
where there's a will, there's a way.
formicarius:

Kiss My Assassin by Rod Gray
krysbcn:

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone, Little Joe was blowin on the slide trombone. The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang, The whole rhythm section was the purple gang. Lets rock, everybody, lets rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin to the jailhouse rock. 
vintageeveryday:

Mick Jagger, presumably high as a kite (1968)

National Geographic, 1972
qock:

Beach Wheater by Harvey Collicutt
aphelia:

yunnan 2011.5 by roseateu on Flickr.
I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
tastier:

(18+)
I LOVE HIM
hollywoodlady:

Publicity for Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, 1986