i’m just wondering
whether or not you would want
to see what i see.
Tag: haikus
i surrender.
notorious bfd.
I mean yeah, kinda.
but i’ll take ‘em cause they’re just
problems plus money.
bread, books.
like jo says.
playin’ in your pool.
Sarah Harvey
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i’m going to be
a little tied up today
keeping it real real.
hedge fun.
it’s on the street.
mitayuu
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i know it’s autumn
and the temp should be fallin’
but the heat is ON.
a day off (not an off day).
butts, not regrets.
Graustark
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I downloaded Das Racist’s Sit Down, Man mixtape yesterday (for freezies – hooray!) and now I’m officially freaking out. Baby. Babe. Babe! It’s ..S..O…..G..O..O..D.. that listening to it is kinda like going on a first date where you don’t spend any money, say “poop” multiple times throughout the evening, and still seem sexy enough to merit a killer make out session on a cement turtle in the section 8 playground right behind your apartment (this may or may not be inspired by actual events in Amy’s life). Not to mention, their mixtape includes a superhot remix of The Very Best’s “Julia.” Ugh, I die.
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butt-seriously.
do your ipod a solid
and download this shit.
lobster? i barely know her.
my boots came today!
unfortunately, i’m still
sick (and busy) ugh.
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ps – i really like this blonde’s scarf & scowl.
where the things are.
on sunday, i biked
to the george washington bridge
(it felt like something).
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ps – i’m sick (definitely, maybe)
but you grew some nice boots.
rain, rain go away.
(bought these boots first thing today)
rain, rain okay stay.
no mon is an island.
Tuve. Kim Holtermand
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overcast o’clock
when working isn’t the worst
(pool’s closed anyway).
summer to fall look.
Little Heads. Leah Reena Goren
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wearing this face on
repeat (just one of those weeks).
so glad it’s thursday.
isn’t it just.
i know it’s fall real
when all the blue gets blue-er.
not cold, just cooler.
go west.
Portraits. Samantha West
.
found samantha west
on a trip to flickrtown.
turns out, this is her’s.
oooo awww autumn.
holy moscow, batman.
Paintings. Dubossarsky Vinogradov
.
who knew that russia
could be home to superpaint?
i know i didn’t.
yeah.
lips – m4w (downtown), vir.gen
.
read: missed connections
you’ll find a couple creepers,
but poetry too.
type love is in the air.
Josephin Sans Std. jb Δ tes
.
love is all you need
(and a pretty sans serif).
click here to download.
we the people (love a long weekend).
sept first, sept font.
font squirrel, thewildhunt
.
neo retro draw,
you’re perfect for september!
click here to download
dinosaurs be doin’ it.
Dinosaur Comics September 1, 2010. Ryan North
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if everyone is
enthusiastic, focused:
esprit de corps-gy.
onwards and upwards.
XII.XXI
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i can’t see far up
the long road ahead of me.
should i be concerned?
talkin’ bout my generation.
Documenting the Life of 20-Somethings. The New York Times Magazine
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According to The New York Times Magazine, this is a snapshot of what it feels like to live through your 20s in the 2010s. Personally, I just skimmed Robin Henig’s accompanying article on “emerging adulthood” because it was, like, 10 electronic pages on why my generation is just a bunch of babies. Boo! Old news. (Molly and I figured this out in 2005). But the editor’s footnote f-ing rules:
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Robin Marantz Henig is a contributing writer. Her last article for the magazine was about anxiety.
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Damn, this bird knows me.
No, like, she really knows me.
Also, everyone poops.
tweezers at duane reade cost more.
Gently Used Bershka Heels. One of Mine
.
you’re joking, bershka.
five dollars at housing works?
i’m just shocked, that’s all.
waterproofs.
Summer Vacation. Mine
.
august adventure
fat lady hasn’t sung yet.
just wanted to wave!
selby swoon.
CB2 + The Selby Is In Your Place Contest.
.
i have read your blog
since the beginning, selby.
show a fan some love!
matutina = last name perfection.
7000 Islands, 7000 Adobo Recipes. Dan Matutina
.
dan matutina
and my work computer are
friends with benefits.
muscles & mountains, man.
Jak & Jil Blog, CDRyan
.
this is what firefox
said when he got up today.
me? i said, “thanks, man.”
postive space.
i almost forgot
about incredible things
that do grow here, green.
play ’em.
Pulp Art Book. Neil Krug
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you don’t have to be
a supermodel to play
cowboys, indians.
went to the mall.
looked at some coolshit,
drank an orange julius®.
had myself a day.
study hallway to the danger zone.
Jul 29th, 2010 @ 4:04 pm. dethjunkie
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violins, gel pens . . .
flashback to my middle school
same homeroom? awesome!
on the verizon.
obama & me, embracing the rut.
Obama’s Rut-Splosion. Adeline Affre
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I decided this afternoon, amidst the fabulous company of my best friend Dan, that although being in a rut sucks ass on the surface, it’s actually kinda great because it means your headspace is sputtering / flailing and a holycrapthatfeltgood rut-splosion is on its way. Seriously. Rutting has always brought significant check pluses (hardruns, goodlaughs, goodcrys, confrontations, ruminations, much needed vacations) into my life while non-rutting has just offered up a totally inactive (albeit tasty) cupcake front-loaded with fear frosting of the inevitable downswing to come. So, in case you were wondering:
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yeah, i’m in a rut.
a really big fucking rut.
but it’s awesome – you?
real cool, pool.
Pools. Carlo Van de Roer
.
wear my suit daily
without dips for the taking.
changes coming soon!
monday, not like it’s magic.
Collage & Drawing. Amy Rhian
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but we did monday –
it was last week, remember?
gcal must be down.
damn your love, damn your lies.
Florence & the Machine at Reading, 2008. Andy Sheppard
.
I decided a long time ago that if I ever found myself about to head into battle, the intro from Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain” would be essential to my getting pumped up and angry enough to hold my own during that pivotal moment in my life. While surfing for a download of the track this morning, I stumbled upon a video of Florence and the Machine’s kickass cover that she and her band performed back in June at the 2010 Glastonbury Festival. Ooooh no they didn’t! (yeah, yeah they did)
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yo yo yo, flo-ro!
why you gotta blow my mind?
now it’s fighting time.
no day but pay day.
let’s go bitches.
Nice JPGS. Saturdays NYC
.
me?
been surfing
all morning.
you?
.
ps ps ps:
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happy please go see
fireworks bust & explode
holla day weekend!
big reveal: my summer plans.
totes.
Typographic. Alphabet Bags
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One of my absolute favorite under-the-radar lifemoments used to be when someone would call my name out loud. In high school, just one hallway holler of “MARSH!” and suddenly my whole head space was prepped, cleaned, and ready to host the world’s most epic sleepover. In college, however, my friends and acquaintances seemed to prefer the rumblings of a really good full name, so my instant mood elevator sounded a lot more like “Ehhhhhhmeeeeee MARSH!” Nowadays though, living in a place full of strange and unfamiliar nobodies and somebodies, my goodtimes rarely originate in this way. Of course there’s the occasional, ohmygodwhatareyoudoinghere, but actually recognizing a passing streetface and yelling his or her name out loud at full volume in the middle of the city seems to just thoroughly exceed almost everyone’s threshold for awkward terror (mine included). That’s why these made my day:
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they’re kind of like those
shoutouts from my familiar.
totes! right back at ya.
i’m sorry i can’t don’t hate me.
Apparel by E for Effort. Artware Editions
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please don’t be mad, but
i’m spiral bound college ruled
forever/always.
high five in a series.
6100 Market Street. A Love Letter For You
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here to see summer.
seriously? a cover?
fine, here’s a mixtape.
color war.
have a nice haikuseday.
If You Can. Sam Ash
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here’s what I’m thinking:
you, me, and some sandwiches
indefinitely.