Dissecting Him Into A Group Would Be Easy; A Greaser, A Hoodlum, A Classic JD. He’s Like Any Other

What I thought I would wear to the office when I was twelve

𝐑𝐉 -“Hey, my brother's the coolest.”

𝐏- “Well, you're better than cool. You're warm.”

she's Kate Moss and she's a rockstar trapped in a supermodel's body

i love twttin because for the second year in a row a hit has been put out on ponyboy because a girl wanted to talk to him. i also love the idea of him coming home from the dance and being like "hey guys. don't freak out but angela shepard tried to kill me tonight." and then hanging out with curly the next day like it never happened. because what does curly have to do with all that? my compartmentalizing king.

"I wasn't trying to give you charity, Ponyboy. I only wanted to help. I liked you from the start... the way you talked. You're a nice kid, Ponyboy. Do you realize how scarce nice kids are nowadays? Wouldn't you try to help me if you could?"

I would. I'd help her and Randy both, if I could. "Hey," I said suddenly, "can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?"

She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good."

"You can see it good from the East Side, too," I said quietly.

"Thanks, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay."

She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly.

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Kate Moss @ Jean Colonna Fall/Wint 1996

This is insane

Mrs. Curtis first meeting Dally: "Say 'please'"

Dally: "I never say please!"

Except it cuts to their deaths, after everyone has gone, there's Dallas begging at her grave once he can be by himself, uttering please over and over, wanting to talk to her one last time

life imitates art

fricking peak

it won’t let me put all of them in one post so I’ll just reblog with the rest but HERES THE OUTSIDERS FRUTIGER METRO ART!!!