January 2012
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“The universe is made up of stories, not atoms.”
– Muriel Rukeyser (via tylerknott)
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“What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.”
– Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via unicornology)
“It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via thewildbunches)
Things on our apartment walls that weren't there 3...
headshots of Aziz Ansari from an old Paper
rainbow accordion hanging crepe paper thing from HEMA
6 retro travel poster reprints that used to be a calendar?
most of the coasters collected abroad
3 doodle paintings from old Urban catalog pages
enormous tapestry from Waterlooplein
some old metal diner signs from thrifting days in Austin
my work schedule written on the back of a Safeway bag
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All I want to do is keep listening to St. Vincent...
Can I be motivated yet? What’s that like?
The Therapeutic and Medicinal Potential of... →
kybswashere:
People report mystical experiences of feeling the “interconnectedness of all things,” which can be life-changing.
“People claim to have an enhanced sense of self, more emotional balance, they’re more compassionate, they’re more sensitive to the needs of others,” he said. “They have more well-being and less depression, but they’re not ‘high’ in any conventional sense. They feel...
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Tell me all the things you want to do.
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Lazin' on the last sunny afternoon in a while.
“Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via roachfingers)
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“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”
– Lemony Snicket (via blua)
“Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we...”
– Looking for Alaska (via kazuriinflorida)
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bitsbobsandbeats:
SOUNDTRACK TO MY DAY // Dead...
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I ate shit harder while hungover/balancing an 18”x24” sketchbook at 9am than all zero times that I ate said shit while not-sober-one-bit/freezing my keester off at 2 to 4am last semester. Explain that. Stuff’s not adding up.
Photo is imminent, this knee’s pretty gnarly.
I’ve found myself living with a set of train tracks behind my headboard for the second time. It’s too bad these ones won’t be wet with rain enough to be silent any time soon, like when gusts of wind would blare outside any window in Amsterdam if it got bad enough; this weather’s spoiling me rotten.
