Apr 23, 2014 / 5 notes

I’m on my way to pick up some cash for selling my body to science. I’m listening to Alligator. The sun feels good. I’ve put my shoulder out because my last romance was put on hold just after I forgot how to sleep on my own. Maybe I can sell them my shoulder, too. I had to answer the desperate call from work this morning because I didn’t answer their calls on Monday. My shoulder really hurts.


Femmes au canapé, Francisco Bores. Spanish (1898 - 1972)
Apr 20, 2014 / 2,102 notes

Femmes au canapé, Francisco Bores. Spanish (1898 - 1972)

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Slurricane: Crane Game by Will Laren
Apr 19, 2014 / 716 notes

mutantfunnies:

Slurricane: Crane Game by Will Laren

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Debbie Harry in New York City, 1977
Apr 19, 2014 / 3,516 notes

Debbie Harry in New York City, 1977

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Apr 18, 2014 / 9,139 notes
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themidnitespookshow:

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williams-sonoma:

Skip the drive-through and get lucky.

DIY: Lucky Mint Milkshake

I am so glad this is mint, I thought they were making a collard green milkshake and I was so upset

collard green ‘milk shake’ sounds great

I have a Vitamix (his name is Gregor) and this looks great and fuck yeah. 

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Apr 17, 2014 / 20 notes
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gameraobscura:

butts

Apr 17, 2014 / 7 notes

Prada presents a film by Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola starring Léa Seydoux

Apr 17, 2014 / 33,466 notes

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aerbor:

YOAV FRIEDLANDER
Apr 17, 2014 / 3,376 notes

aerbor:

YOAV FRIEDLANDER

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Apr 17, 2014 / 32 notes
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There is something compulsive about a telephone. The gadget-ridden man of our age loves it, loathes it, and is afraid of it. But he always treats it with respect, even when he is drunk. The telephone is a fetish.
Raymond Chandler, “The Long Good-Bye”, 1953 (via anotherdayofnothing)

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Apr 14, 2014 / 19 notes
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snapchatting:

life is easy, son. it’s just like riding a bike that’s on fire and you’re on fire and everything is on fire and you’re in hell

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