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21 days.

Mon, 27 May 2013 06:23:18 -0400

I’m the rubber band
You wear around your wrist
And tug on whenever
You think about —
But I have too much give,
Not enough snap.

tastefullyoffensive: [wikatiepedia]

Sat, 11 May 2013 23:07:24 -0400

tastefullyoffensive:

[wikatiepedia]

cloacas: drawing porn is not an invitation for sex posting porn is not an invitation for sex being...

Sun, 05 May 2013 02:08:12 -0400

cloacas:

drawing porn is not an invitation for sex

posting porn is not an invitation for sex

being open about your sexuality/fetishes is not an invitation for sex

dressing in skimpy clothes is not an invitation for sex

posting nudes is not an invitation for sex

none of these things mean you are entitled to sex

an invitation for sex is an invitation for sex

Photo

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:13:33 -0400

Photo

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:13:14 -0400

tigermountain: Vroom

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:09:54 -0400

tigermountain:

Vroom

tigermountain: Drew some guys from the Apollo 15 mission

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:09:00 -0400

tigermountain:

Drew some guys from the Apollo 15 mission

"Wish I could fuck, smoke weed, and sleep all day but I gotta get this money."

Sat, 04 May 2013 04:50:15 -0400

“Wish I could fuck, smoke weed, and sleep all day but I gotta get this money.”

- Overdoz. (via mysectionis90)
SO TRUE

molls: This ecru pot leaf bikini top on Etsy is sex,

Sat, 04 May 2013 03:53:59 -0400

molls:

This ecru pot leaf bikini top on Etsy is sex,

a clockwork plum: Things left behind.

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:59:02 -0400

a clockwork plum: Things left behind.:

aclockworkplum:

It’s just like a sobriety test, she reminds herself. Heel-toe in a straight line, combined with the 4 inches on her stilettos, she knew her hips had the perfect sway. It was a different kind of comfort than bare feet in grass, but it was still a comfort to put her weight in her heels and feel the…

On The Edge, Through The Void.: Inspiration VS Motivation

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:51:31 -0400

On The Edge, Through The Void.: Inspiration VS Motivation:

ordinarywonder:

I often confuse the term inspiration with motivation. I should really stop doing that. The reality is that there is a world of difference between the two. We creative types spend a lot of time discussing inspiration.

What inspires you?

That’s a great feeling, right? When your fingers are…

INSPIRATION

“the garden of gods”, maria dvirnik in vogue russia 2005

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:32:20 -0400

“the garden of gods”, maria dvirnik in vogue russia 2005

“heavenly creatures”: vogue australia november 2012,...

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:32:00 -0400

“heavenly creatures”: vogue australia november 2012, photographed by will davidson

“valentino haute couture” by deborah turberville march 2012

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:31:52 -0400

“valentino haute couture” by deborah turberville march 2012

styleite: This is Kate Middleton’s official portrait for...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:12:28 -0400

styleite:

This is Kate Middleton’s official portrait for London’s National Portrait Gallery. Are you as underwhelmed as we are?

That is just plain ugly

styleite: Emilia Clarke takes on a new role as Holly Golightly...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:11:26 -0400

styleite:

Emilia Clarke takes on a new role as Holly Golightly in a spring production of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Pretty far cry from Danaerys Stormborn of the House Targaryan.

nic-rad: Hey look, this goo eats magnets. Science: adorable,...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:01:55 -0400

nic-rad:

Hey look, this goo eats magnets. Science: adorable, terrifying.

nic-rad: Studio Fridays: “I’m Exhausted!” “I’m exhausted!” is a...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:01:39 -0400

nic-rad:

Studio Fridays: “I’m Exhausted!”

“I’m exhausted!” is a good way to start a conversation because everyone usually agrees and can empathize. It’s a way to get to the gut of it. The human condition, I mean.

The opposite approach would be a good sociological experiment. Smile big and lead in with a full chested, “I’m so well rested!” Be prepared for befuddled looks of amazement.

People brag about the wrong things. Taking naps is an extremely underrated luxury.

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Right now I am so tired that my face feels like a heavy mask ready to slip off and expose my blobfish brain. The mucus in my eyeballs is made of slow drying Elmer’s glue.

I was in Harlem last night rehearsing a sketch about landing on Mars with Jon. He is great.

To get there I left dinner early from a place where the waiters all try to walk out with the food at the same time and put it on the table for everyone like it’s some kind of magic trick.

I finished the night at a strange bar with velvet ropes that made it unclear who was being kept from whom. I found myself playing some unnamed game, trying to slide a metal disk across a sandy plank of wood for points. At some juncture we stopped keeping score. It was charming how difficult the game was to master- so delicate and so meaningless.

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Tilda Swinton sometimes sleeps in a big plastic box at art galleries and recently she did it at the MoMA. Good work Tilda - I am for this. I don’t want to hear an explanation of it. It makes sense.

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Exhaustion distorts your perception of quality. It shouldn’t be trusted. Halfbaked, undercooked ideas feel qualified. They feel ‘good enough’… even better for their lack of completion. The willingness to leave before the job was finished- before the surface was even scratched.

nic-rad: Studio Fridays: A New Life, Wow Wow, I am having...

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:56:00 -0400

nic-rad:

Studio Fridays: A New Life, Wow

Wow, I am having nostalgic spasms - little surges of hot memory blinking then slouching back into coiled shells and now I realize I am deep in unforgiving waters.

Wow, I am remembering moving across decades, living whole lives in the small injuries of people I barely knew.

Wow, I am in a spaceship now, visiting an alien land where everything is exactly the same, except now I know it.

Wow- look at these fingerprints, my tiny personal waves.

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nic-rad: Studio Fridays: oof All day melting, grinding,...

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:46:13 -0400

nic-rad:

Studio Fridays: oof

All day melting, grinding, waiting for something to break open. Felt the softness of my brain. Kept thinking it might just ooze out my nose. Soft brain has felled the best of em, I keep saying in my tiny head that today is running itself like a shitty record label.

Outside the sun was bright and the wind was crisp. 58 degrees is the perfect temperature said a man with white hair and big smile, ‘the air rests on your skin, and your skin won’t try to do anything about it.’

When the wind picked up my eyes started watering. Some imp in my head started yelling ‘I’m meeeeeelting’ then a bass line picked up, ‘Shut up dummy, shut up dummy’ and then I walked down the street listening to the inner producer mess with the track until it had some coherence. It wasn’t a good beat, but fuck it, throw it all up on a website and see if anything sticks.

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