Speak Southern to me...

"I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

‘The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock’ - T. S. Eliot. (via thethoughtofhighwindows)

The Artist (2011), dir. Michel Hazanavicius

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lars134:

Jimmy Stewart and Henry Fonda in London. April 1975.

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gregorypecks:

RIP Cary Grant
(18 January 1904 - 29 November 1986)

kimberlysjoy:

buzzfeed:

There’s a very good chance that this is the most heartbreaking image on the internet.

My husband worked with bomb detecting dogs. They don’t know they are in danger. They do it because they love their master and they feel like they are doing something important. How many of us would to this? RIP Lucky BOO5.

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southrenlovegirl:

Pink, John Deere <3

Want!!!

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texas-was-you:

I love fast cars, slow kisses, John Wayne movies, and I don’t line dance, I wanna fall in love, wanna waltz across Texas, looking for a good ole’ fashion romance