Gone with the Wind, 1939.
To slowly trace the forest’s shady scene,
Where things that own not man’s dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o’er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, ’tis but to hold
Converse with nature’s charms,
And view her stores unrolled.
— Lord Byron (via itsquoted)
Gordo: setting the bar impossibly high for men since 2000
¡Feliz Día de la Independencia! / Happy Mexican Independence Day!
family show my ass
no but seriously
there’s a brother who’s got his sister’s back