and nothing hurt

live on coffee and flowers

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:15:22 -0400

live on coffee and flowers

"Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded,..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:47:23 -0400

““Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.””

- Letters From Nowhere (via argentines)

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:33:44 -0400

preach, don.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:44:00 -0400

preach, don.

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:42:54 -0400

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Highlights of Bonnaroo:

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:08:00 -0400

-Paul McCartney having six times the energy of bands half his age: He told stories about Hendrix and The Beatles, ran across the stage waving the Tennessee flag, caught a stuffed walrus thrown from the audience, and had a 3-song encore.

-Rolling with Drew to Animal Collective, which played a late night—or very early morning—set from 2-4 AM; or, That Feeling When Your Heart Is an Orchid That Won’t Stop Blooming. After the show, we watched the run rise over the southern fields, the grass and tents outlined in curry-yellow light. The smell of mud and weed and bacon. Dirty skin you can’t stop touching.

-Feta and artichoke quesadillas

-crowd-surfing pandas

-Chinese lanterns rising and disappearing into the purple night—like church lights that never go out

-signed screen prints.

-Being without a phone or Internet for 4 days

-The inspiration like an endless flood of serotonin rushing through me. This was the revival I needed.

Leaving for Bonnaroo tonight

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 14:50:28 -0400

—I just had the last shower I will have in a long time.

—we’ll be driving through the dark, all night maybe. However long it takes to reach Tennessee. I miss the endlessness of southern highways, the neon flash of Waffle Houses.

—I told my mom I was seeing Paul McCartney. “I turn 64 this year,” she said, alluding to the classic radio hit. She handed me a roll of money and an old concert tee. “Anyway, tell him I say hi.”

—This morning, i went shopping for provisions. There are far too many brands of bottled water in the grocery store.

—I bet Paul McCartney drinks Fred.

—For some reason, I found it necessary to buy two bottles of Flinstone vitamins.

—“Don’t buy any fake drugs,” my friend Kelly sagely advised. “Better yet, bring your own.”

—How much of life is hard chemicals and how much is placebo?

—“Buy the ticket, ride the ride”—-Hunter s. Thompson.

—Really, I’m just happy to be moving again.

rainbowssssS

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 11:25:00 -0400

rainbowssssS

dancinglikeghosts: Literally what just happened.

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 07:54:54 -0400

dancinglikeghosts:

Literally what just happened.

story of my life

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 21:42:09 -0400

story of my life

lambandserpent: Photo and caption by george desort As an...

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 09:14:34 -0400

lambandserpent:

Photo and caption by george desort

As an Isle Royale moose attempted an arctic crossing of Washington Harbor, the frozen surface of Lake Superior collapsed beneath him. With his hoofs on the lake bottom and belly, head and rump at water level, the moose struggled before becoming entombed in the reassembling ice. Wolves arrived, removing the front and back ends and leaving behind a solid, impenetrable exterior. The clever fox then enters; using its warm breath, it thawed the fresh meat and discovered a winter meal.

Location: Isle Royale National Park

weird. but cool!

"Unfortunately, it sounded like something from a Zach Braff movie."

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 09:01:43 -0400

“Unfortunately, it sounded like something from a Zach Braff movie.”

- (via magnificentruin)

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 19:30:20 -0400

taramantras: “We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 15:03:38 -0400

taramantras:

“We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”

— Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 15:01:18 -0400

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 15:00:29 -0400

funnywildlife: Ice Arch by Summit42 on...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 14:59:18 -0400

funnywildlife:

Ice Arch by Summit42 on Flickr.

#Stunning#Landscape#Bill Church

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 14:56:42 -0400

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 14:54:45 -0400

comeondiejung: Oh god it’s true. i’m sad mcr broke up,...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 14:53:05 -0400

comeondiejung:

Oh god it’s true.

i’m sad mcr broke up, cuz now they can’t make a song about how sad it is that mcr broke up.