hennnypotter:

csmj:

Full view here

This, for my babe

This. Always. 

102 notes

Love Like Salt By Lisel Mueller

librarianpirate:

It lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher

It goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought

It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it

We carry a pinch behind each eyeball

It breaks out on our foreheads

We store it inside our bodies
in secret wineskins

At supper, we pass it around the table
talking of holidays and the sea.

20 notes

organization:

"I left California in 1993 to come to New York and become a model. I’m Japanese, I’m 5’7", I’m a dyke, I’m tattooed, I don’t have hair- well I have a little, I don’t wear any kind of feminine clothes, and I had the opportunity to come to New York and be a model and I said, well of course I have to go because no one has kind of paved the way. My friends woke me up and they took me in a taxi in my pajamas to Times Square at four o’clock in the morning. And that was when I first saw the billboard for Banana Republic that I shot with Bruce Weber in Times Square. It was just a picture of my face and underneath it, it said ‘American Beauty.’ It makes me have the chills because never in my life did I think that I was beautiful." -Jenny Shimizu

organization:

"I left California in 1993 to come to New York and become a model. I’m Japanese, I’m 5’7", I’m a dyke, I’m tattooed, I don’t have hair- well I have a little, I don’t wear any kind of feminine clothes, and I had the opportunity to come to New York and be a model and I said, well of course I have to go because no one has kind of paved the way. My friends woke me up and they took me in a taxi in my pajamas to Times Square at four o’clock in the morning. And that was when I first saw the billboard for Banana Republic that I shot with Bruce Weber in Times Square. It was just a picture of my face and underneath it, it said ‘American Beauty.’ It makes me have the chills because never in my life did I think that I was beautiful." -Jenny Shimizu

(via jackscoresby)

19,712 notes

pocketcontents:

1950sunlimited:

facts-i-just-made-up:

Degenerative Cubism afflicts 12% of Spanish cattle. If the disease were ever to become airborne, it’s estimated that all beef cattle in the country would be little more than a few lines leaving the impression of cattle within one month.
A realism vaccine was developed in 1994 but has occasional surrealist side effects, turning 2% of cattle injected into two arguing mimes and a waffle.

This just made my night!


Reason for waking up today.

pocketcontents:

1950sunlimited:

facts-i-just-made-up:

Degenerative Cubism afflicts 12% of Spanish cattle. If the disease were ever to become airborne, it’s estimated that all beef cattle in the country would be little more than a few lines leaving the impression of cattle within one month.

A realism vaccine was developed in 1994 but has occasional surrealist side effects, turning 2% of cattle injected into two arguing mimes and a waffle.

This just made my night!

Reason for waking up today.

(Source: free-parking, via pocketcuntents)

55,729 notes

"I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration."

Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies  (via housewifeswag)

(Source: simply-quotes, via thelandlockedmariner-deactivate)

53,028 notes

I’m a week late.
I meant to do it sooner, but I was doing things.
I spent a good amount of time naked and a good amount of time reading, but mostly not at the same time.
I went to some hot springs in the middle of the northern California oak forests. We did that thing where you lay back and the other person holds you up and you just feel weightless and you let the warm water just wash everything away. I drank ginger peach oolong tea and read the Little Prince. I was wearing clothes then. I watched a soccer game and went to the farmer’s market. I read several books of the Ivy & Bean series to an excited 7 year old. (If any of you have kiddos around that age, I highly recommend it.) I went up to Nevada City and ate pulled pork and played with puppies and a baby with the biggest squishiest cheeks you ever did see. I went down to papa’s beach on the Yuba river and swam naked in the cool rushing waters. I listened to music and built cities in the sand. I roasted hot dogs and foil packets of veggies in a campfire under the stars. I ate raspberries by the handful. I saw four shooting stars and wished on every one. I went swimming in a pool in Petaluma and we tried to see how many underwater summersaults we could do in one breath. We got to five before it was time to go. I spent an entire day with just me and three kids ages 4, 6, and almost 8. I ate south Indian food with a friend I haven’t seen in too long. I played an excellent game of chess, which I lost, but I put up a good fight.
And now, now it’s back to the grind of studying for my next exam, but first I wanted to post my nude reading contribution.
I thought of fixing my hair, or the lighting, but the truth is, this is what the lighting in my room is like and my hair is messy more often than it’s not. I’ve been reading The Sandman by Neil Gaiman, but for the photo instead I picked Going Somewhere Soon by Brian Andreas because of this piece titled Open Heart: 
He told me that once he forgot himself & his heart opened up like a door with a loose latch & everything fell out & he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but finally he gave up & left it there in a pile & loved everything equally. 
<3

I’m a week late.

I meant to do it sooner, but I was doing things.

I spent a good amount of time naked and a good amount of time reading, but mostly not at the same time.

I went to some hot springs in the middle of the northern California oak forests. We did that thing where you lay back and the other person holds you up and you just feel weightless and you let the warm water just wash everything away. I drank ginger peach oolong tea and read the Little Prince. I was wearing clothes then. I watched a soccer game and went to the farmer’s market. I read several books of the Ivy & Bean series to an excited 7 year old. (If any of you have kiddos around that age, I highly recommend it.) I went up to Nevada City and ate pulled pork and played with puppies and a baby with the biggest squishiest cheeks you ever did see. I went down to papa’s beach on the Yuba river and swam naked in the cool rushing waters. I listened to music and built cities in the sand. I roasted hot dogs and foil packets of veggies in a campfire under the stars. I ate raspberries by the handful. I saw four shooting stars and wished on every one. I went swimming in a pool in Petaluma and we tried to see how many underwater summersaults we could do in one breath. We got to five before it was time to go. I spent an entire day with just me and three kids ages 4, 6, and almost 8. I ate south Indian food with a friend I haven’t seen in too long. I played an excellent game of chess, which I lost, but I put up a good fight.

And now, now it’s back to the grind of studying for my next exam, but first I wanted to post my nude reading contribution.

I thought of fixing my hair, or the lighting, but the truth is, this is what the lighting in my room is like and my hair is messy more often than it’s not. I’ve been reading The Sandman by Neil Gaiman, but for the photo instead I picked Going Somewhere Soon by Brian Andreas because of this piece titled Open Heart: 

He told me that once he forgot himself & his heart opened up like a door with a loose latch & everything fell out & he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but finally he gave up & left it there in a pile & loved everything equally. 

<3

13 notes

lexbukowski:

 

EMPTIED GESTURES BY HEATHER HANSEN

LA, New Orleans-based Artist Heather Hansen (tumblr) - "Emptying Gestures is an experiment in kinetic drawing. In this series, I am searching for ways to download my movement directly onto paper, emptying gestures from one form to another and creating something new in the process."

Photos by Bryan Tarnowski 

(via thatflutterinyourchest)

92,025 notes

supersonicelectronic:

Swoon.

Street artist Swoon’s ramshackle art boats are floating art pieces made from recycled objects found before and along the boat’s journeys down various United States rivers.  See more of the curious, working “sculptures” below:

Read More

(via supersonicart)

11,118 notes

therealkatiewest:

I try to think of something to say to remind you of how I feel. I consider sending a Neruda poem; decide it’s too obvious. I’ve always opted for subtlety in the way I cared for you, and nothing about the way Neruda writes is subtle, is it? It’s epic and consuming, all-encompassing and unyielding. This is not how I feel. Though what I feel is still love, and if Neruda knows anything, it’s a love poem. 
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” —Pablo Neruda

&lt;3

therealkatiewest:

I try to think of something to say to remind you of how I feel. I consider sending a Neruda poem; decide it’s too obvious. I’ve always opted for subtlety in the way I cared for you, and nothing about the way Neruda writes is subtle, is it? It’s epic and consuming, all-encompassing and unyielding. This is not how I feel. Though what I feel is still love, and if Neruda knows anything, it’s a love poem. 

“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” —Pablo Neruda

<3

123 notes

jwtumbles:

my sister and i were pulling weeds in the yard this morning and i got distracted

(Source: mel-pink, via invisiblebee)

192,558 notes