Arena. Florida.
فـلـسـطـيـن الـحـرة
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Comme des Fuckdown beanie, snapback, and socks
available at @BlackScaleNYC
296 Elizabeth St.
New York, NY 10012
Would like the socks plz.
DAMNIT BOO.
I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.
Henry Rollins (via crescentshaped-depression)
(Source: prozacrock)
Salvador Dali, Corpus Hypercubus (1954)
I’ve been forced to explain homosexuality to my kids (aged 3 and 4) because their uncle is gay. This incredibly difficult and traumatic experience went as follows:
Child: Why does Uncle Bob go everywhere with Pete?
Me: Because they’re in love, just like Mummy and Daddy are.
Child: Oh. Can I have a biscuit?
We’re all scarred for life. Scarred, I tell you.
KateP, Internet commenter (via smelleyphant)
(Source: Guardian)
British architect John Pawson installed the largest lens ever made by Swarovski in the southwest tower of St Paul’s Cathedral for the 2011 London Design Festival.
I want to be happy for my cousins who are getting married but people won’t let me.
GPOY
Everyone leave me alone.
A Hasidic Jewsih man, a member of Neturei Karta International, Jews United Against Zionism, hoists a Palestinian flag as he protests outside the Washington Convention Center at the American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC) Policy Conference in Washington, Sunday, March 4, 2012.
Mitch Hedberg by Kiersten Essenpreis
Part of the upcoming ‘Is This Thing On? 2’ art show at Gallery 1988.
Celebrating the work of the late, great stand up Mitch Hedberg, WATCH.
Artist: website / Blog / Store
(via: xombiedirge)
RIP Mitch. <3
(Source: xombiedirge)
a haiku about going to school tomorrow:
no no no no no
no no no no no no no
no no no no no
/work
(Source: sadfolkmusic)
Anyone who has ever made fun of The Snuggie, doesn’t deserve one.
She kinda just invited herself. I was trying to leave, and she was like, NO YOU MUST PET ME.
Vegan nuggets for dinner. I feel five again. (Taken with instagram)
