Teen party, 1940s
I wonder all the time what it must have been like, to be a teenager in the 1940s, 1950s, 1930s. Then I think about what I would have been like as a teen in the same time frames and something inside me shrivels up with wild-animal terror. For some reason, I feel like the girl in the center of the picture would know how I feel. I’m probably wrong; it’s just that side-eye, and the distance between her and her date. And, of course, the doughnut.
(Source: leprincesanspantalon)
Everyone looks so in love
I want one of those. Where you just flirt and slow dance, no grinding involved. You could cover yourself in clothes and...
This is possibly the most beautiful picture I have ever seen on Tumblr.