March 22, 2012
"I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes."

Ferdinand von Schrubentauffrt   (via an-orderly-chaos)

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March 22, 2012
fuckyeahmoleskines:

dominic alesi-harris.

fuckyeahmoleskines:

dominic alesi-harris.

December 25, 2011

taylor-shaw:

sketchmedesire:

…………………….

I can’t get over this post.

Adorable!

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December 23, 2011

moronicbeauty:

Ryue Nishizawa’s vertical garden house

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Filed under: vertical house so cool etc 
October 17, 2011
there’s no fucking difference.

there’s no fucking difference.

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October 17, 2011

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October 3, 2011
cool bike art!

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Filed under: cool bike art yeah 
October 2, 2011

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October 2, 2011
Deep Green Resistance Massachusetts: A Protester's Account of the Occupy Wall Street Brooklyn Bridge March

coffeeshakes:

I figured I should write down what happened today, before I forget or before too many stories get muddled together.

My friend, my partner, and I arrived at Zucotti Park around 3 for the march, which began quickly, after everyone shared various rules. (No violence, write the…

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October 2, 2011
in the mirror

beacaptain:

sometimes, i have this fantasy.

i’m attractive

        sexy

            thin

—worthy of a glance, or maybe even a second glance.

a second glance—

    the hot girls get offended.

    the ugly girls get off.

WHAT AM I?

a hypocrite, that’s what.

fat positive      +

afraid of my own weight.

leave me alone//

IT’S NOT AS EASY AS YOU CLAIM

to be beautiful.

if i could be beautiful,

     i would be.

i would do anything.

          but that’s not who i am

NO FAKING

i’m me.

that’s your problem.

shades of green/
your jealousy eats you alive.

i saw in your eyes,
the other night
the insanity glaring up at me.
a handle deep and forty dollars short,
green gone to eat your envy,
but,
like a monster rising from the deep
it has claimed your soul as its to keep.
pride goes before a fall,
and envy after,
and then the carrion circle around
and again you might be found.
skin and bones,
fleshed out memories feasting
for you
at you
inside you.