“wwI still feel … actually … since I grew me hair, most people think I’m a girl. A 70s teenage girl. I don’t mind it. Went into this Italian restaurant with a couple of women and the waiter said [clapping his hands]: ‘Ah, three beauties.’ I look about 15, don’t I?”—Alex Turner (via valensiii)
“For a moment Ralph had a ﬂeeting picture of the strange glamour that had once invested the beaches. But the island was scorched up like dead wood—Simon was dead—and Jack had… The tears began to ﬂow and sobs shook him.
He gave himself up to them now for the ﬁrst time on the island; great, shuddering spasms of grief that seemed to wrench his whole body. His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too.
And in the middle of them, with ﬁlthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.”—William Golding, Lord of the Flies (via philosophilae)
-Si tuviese un ídolo, ese sería Ryan Lochte. Es americano, nada pruebas de estilos y espalda. No solo por su calidad y porque está acabando con Michael Phelps sino por cómo vive su carrera deportiva. Ha logrado hacer de la natación una profesión rentable, trabajando mucho los patrocinios. Además, se vale de su éxito para colaborar con muchas organizaciones de ayuda a gente con problemas mentales e intenta ayudar a nadadores pequeños yendo a clubes a dar consejos. -Óscar Pereiro