free falling

Jul 06

FLAVORS.ME/UWENNA -

Anyone else on tumblr using flavors.me? Link me!

May 25

“Some people think design means how it looks. But of course, if you dig deeper, it’s really how it works.” — Steve Jobs (via spime, entrepreneurwisdom)

carolinablonde:

nieselpantsphotography:carloscoreas:meghanbee:-cocoshaynel:-hitler:sammunkown:we-are-perfect-in-our-own-minds:laceupyourshoes:oldschoolhollywood:

such a powerful photo.you can make your life beautiful

May 22

nationalgeographicdaily:

Pig and Piglet, Africa
Photo: Amanda Kopp

The piglet is one day old and crippled. The mother had more babies than nipples to feed them. The farmer talked about putting this one out of its misery but decided to let some Swazi orphan children take care of it and feed it with a bottle instead. Now the little pig has grown big and strong! 

Apr 28

thedailywhat:

Ceiling Hello Kitty is watching you pet your unicorn.

[kellyreeves.]

Apr 20

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Apr 16

In Mexico, artists can pay their taxes with the stroke of a brush

okayjokesover:

radeladle:

iisabelle:

mylifeisfuckingstupid:

nosuchthingasmonsters:

MEXICO CITY - Can’t afford to pay your income taxes? Paint a picture instead.

That’s the deal Mexico has offered to artists since 1957, quietly amassing a modern art collection that would make most museum curators swoon.

While April 15 is the deadline to file taxes in the U.S., tax collectors in Mexico are getting ready to receive a whole new crop of masterworks.

“It’s really an amazing concept,” said José San Cristóbal Larrea, director of the program. “We’re helping out artists while building a cultural inheritance for the country.”

Arizona Republic

FUCKING RAD.

holy shit.

i had a dream last night that it was nano stern’s 21st birthday and it was in mexico. all the family and my cousins were invited and had a ticket but me and i reeeeallly wanted to go. somehow it ended with me, nano and some other guy skating to sydney (which apparently took only 20 hours) to catch a boat/plane to mexico.

good dream.

brb going to live in mexico.

see you in Mexico folks.

Apr 14

geometricity:

rachell:

buckleysangel:

blackholevacation:

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KHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

bah ding ba ding bah….

KKKKKKKKKHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this

Laughing too hard.

Apr 12

monday quote

Apr 09

“

“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run … but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant… .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket … booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) … but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that… .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda… . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning… .

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave… .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”