In celebration of Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby, the film’s production designer Catherine Martin collaborated with Tiffany & Co. on the Fifth Avenue flagship store’s windows

Top - Tiered champagne glasses allude to the overflowing decadence of the Jazz Age.

Bottom -An effervescent toast to Jazz Age glamour.

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saneininsane:

buttships-were-meant-2spooky:

this is the best thing in the entire world

she should greet jane as if nothing happened and see how jane reacts

i always need to reblog this

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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howtocatchamonster:

Dane DeHaan for Flaunt Magazine (x)

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senyahearts:

Frank Ocean & Amanda Seyfried - Met Gala After-Party

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jensensations:

Ryan Gosling won’t eat his cereal (x)

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Wanna fight?

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wildfoxdiary:

Ty segall 10/12

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It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

-delacroix

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spaceshiptoawesome:

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Well I’ve been afraid of changing,

Coz I’ve built my life around you

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