Thursday, August 21, 2014

Do I Wanna Know? + One for the Road + Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?


Do I Wanna Know? + One for the Road + Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

Tuesday, August 19, 2014



Josh Kline, ‘Skittles’, 2014

Kline presents Skittles, an industrial refrigerator containing smoothies produced by the artist using unconventional and poetic combinations of ingredients including kale chips, squid ink, sneakers, phone bills, and pepper spray. Each smoothie stands as a portrait of a different contemporary lifestyle. When grouped together, they evoke a landscape of aspiration, taste, and – at times – deprivation in a metropolis like New York City.


Wednesday, August 13, 2014


Chimera, William Farges


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Diarrhea Planet on Flickr.
Sunday, August 3, 2014

(Source: allstreets)

Friday, August 1, 2014
Thursday, July 31, 2014


Don’t date someone you wouldn’t own a dog with

Monday, July 28, 2014


Pulp Fiction (1994)

(Source: the-cellardoor)

Sunday, July 27, 2014


Broke Diderato

Brooke DiDonato is a fine art photographer based in New York City. 

Her work blurs the boundaries of fiction by fusing real-life narratives with surreal, dream-like elements. She is inspired by the subconscious mind and its relation to our emotions and perceptions.

Brooke’s work has been nationally recognized by Photographer’s Forum Magazine, Creative Quarterly and College Photographer of the Year. She received a gold in illustration from College Photographer of the Year in 2012.

Really dig her work

Saturday, July 26, 2014
laundry detergent

laundry detergent

Thursday, July 24, 2014


The world is weird, man. Weird and kinda beautiful.

(Source: ikarost)

Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Hell exists.
it’s here.
3 a.m.
awake and
without you.
Beau Taplin, "Hell exists." (via afadthatlastsforever)
Monday, July 21, 2014

(Source: zaynslaugh)


The Growlers sound check in the zert. #35mm


The Growlers sound check in the zert. #35mm

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

"this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford (via tylerthelatteboy)