two words.
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joan smalls
pirelli’s 2012 calendar launch
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side braid!
side braid!
side braid!
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also,
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if you’re looking for
a new desktop background,
you should try kuvva.
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ducks?
drive?
dive?
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oh my.
balloon disco.
hunting season.
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“imma be real, man, this might sound like the craziest thing to you. i, and others like me – trap stars – we always considered ourselves robin hoods: we go out and get the money. just think, if you was in the village and you a hunter, you take pride in going out to hunt the prey and bring it back for the village to eat. in our situation, we took pride in getting money so that the hood could eat. a part of the hood was the strip club, so – in our minds – we looking at it like we putting kids through school, we buying school clothes, we paying tuition, we paying car notes. we felt like we was the providers. and that’s what we are! when you a ghetto star, when you a hood star, you gonna take care of your grandmother, your mother. when you on that next level, you gotta take care of the city, the streets. all of that consists of going to the strip clubs and throwing up money; like, imma have fun doing it, but imma give back. and, like, in doing so, they don’t gotta take the risks that we did. the women shouldn’t have to go out and kill the goddamn elk.”
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rappers are the ‘robin hoods of the hood’
young jeezy
<3 the faux gosling.
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guys, remember when
i posted about this project
just last year?
.
w..e..l..l
.
it got funded.
it got finished.
it got fabulous.
block party.
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“this corner right here,
nobody puts baby there.”
good! more room for me.
basil e frankweiler’s pets.
but seriously.
why is nobody wearing a coat?
wanted.
.
1 or 2 good friends
for fun timing & doing
1 or 2 good things.
amy’s list.
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1...omg, guys. it’s the moon. the moon! there’s really nothing quite like it (except maybe the sun).
2...the only reason i’m still holding on to my sex & the city collector’s edition box set is one part my infinity crush on steve brady and one part the “this pizza tastes like garbage” episode.
3...people watching at 9th street on any given morning is always always exactly where i want to be.
4...if there is ever a question about what i was like as a kid, this young lady will be more than happy to paint a detailed picture for you (or you can ask my sister to tell you about the time i yelled at a gorilla).
5...small dogs make me slightly sad and uncomfortable due to their smallness and my ability to squash them too easily-ness. this one was tolerable enough, but still. too small! too. damn. small.
kennedy —> heathrow.
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bread & butter
wine & dine
‘bout to get
some sister time
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ps – happy thanksgiving (!)
fell into the gap.
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life is surreal right now.
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currently, i do not have a job
nor am i looking for a job
(both, by choice).
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them:..you crazy?
me:..maybe a little?
them:..oh shit, she crazy.
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basically, for the next two months,
i’ve decided to pull a quarter life reset,
live off 3.5 years of day job savings
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& choose my own adventure.
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like always, any & all
i’m okay / you’re okay
wisdom / nota benes
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W…E…L…C…O…M…E….
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ps – a very big thank you to the 14th street apple store for supplying such fast, reliable, and totally free internet to mild mannered hoardes of midwestern moms, european dads, your best friend’s cousin . . . and me. this post could not have been drafted without you. additionally, an even bigger no thank you to time warner for cutting major east village cables and indefinitely slowing all of 7th street to something straight out of my abby728 at aol dot com dial-up daze.
real simple.
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“by fourth grade i was allowed to come home after school alone. it taught me a lot about keeping track of my keys and how to listen for the sound of my mom’s car in the driveway so i wouldn’t be caught with food in the living room.”
ivy envy.
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w..h..a..t..e..v..s
( we all had a blast )
@..b..r..a..n..d..e..i..s
luuuuuuucy.
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where’s my
white collarless shirt
from fred seeeeeeeeagel?
oilily pads.
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pretty party for four,
your table’s ready.
stellaaaaaaaa.
just realized.
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right side up
is sometimes just
upside down.
chudontknow.
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i like ur blog.
i love ur blog!
.
but like,
fuck ur blog.
go tuesday.
west side story
jerome robbins (1961)
.
yesterday was BAD
then today i remembered
there’s always dancing.
for the record.
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i’m having
a terrible,
horrible,
no good,
very bad
monday.
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h…e…l…p……w…a…n…t…e…d….
9 2 5.
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never before
have i needed the weekend
like i need the weekend
right now.
that’s correct.
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paul newman once attributed
his and woodward’s lasting union to
“correct amounts of lust and respect.”
what a man
what a man
what a mighty good man.
that’s [f]all.
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to whom it may concern:
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i’d like to dedicate
this supernice wednesday &
this superhilarious tumblr
to daniel g. dobies.
professor shutak.
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a gentleman.
a scholar.
a calvin et hobber.
am i an artist?
.
not no.
lady lessons.
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what does it feel like
to wear bomb lipstick and heels?
i don’t give a shit.
nothin’ but net.
.
this this this this this.
real world.
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this is what happens
when street performers
stop being polite
& start getting replaced
by really large animals.
a nice, tall glass.
peanut butter zombie time.
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selected works
greg eason
.
i’ve got a bookstore crush
on the staff recs @ word
i mean, zombies in manhattan?
you had me @ whaaaa? ohno!
makin’ a mess.
lit up.
.
cut ups
serge campo
lots and lots and lots
of weird weird dreams.
not to get all spookay,
but you were there
and you were there
and you were there.
who knows.
.
i might roll out big
or i might sneak out here small.
it’s outta my hands.
hey hey hey.
crazy / good.
.
daily metaltation
steve powers
.
just five weeks left till
big fat quarterlife crisis.
feeling crazy / good.
soon, so soon.
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flickr finds
marina richter
.
me? i need more light.
not time or space or answers,
just more of this light.
at once.
.
“when i look at my life and its secret colors, i feel like bursting into tears. like that sky, it’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. you know, i think of the lips i’ve kissed, and of the wretched child i was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. i’m all those things at once. i’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—i can’t say it.”
a happy death
albert camus
who me?
.
how am i doing?
throwing upper cuts & stuff.
how are you doing?
black barrel or bust.
.
i love / hate those pens.
i love / love these pens.
it never really is.
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“a surf trip without any photos of the surf . . .
after all, it never really is about the actual surf in the end.”
