sexless crystals


why do you care


generally:

rebekahseok:

Ellen and her Yashicaunedited 
xx

good hair day

generally:

rebekahseok:

Ellen and her Yashica

unedited 

xx

good hair day

sonatinacomics:

Jason Overby

sonatinacomics:

Jason Overby

(Source: jasonoverby)

thisishangingrockcomics:

*becomes a slime lord to casually melt out of conversation with overbearing coworker*

The most intimate reactions of human beings have been so thoroughly reified that the idea of anything specific to themselves now persists only as an utterly abstract notion: personality scarcely signifies anything more than shining white teeth and freedom from body odour and emotions. The triumph of advertising in the culture industry is that consumers feel compelled to buy and use its products even though they see through them.

"All of a sudden, everything changed. As if I went on an other side I didn’t belong to."

"All of a sudden, everything changed. As if I went on an other side I didn’t belong to."

(Source: fuckyoubeatricedalle)

Now, I ask you, what if all along it was as simple as joining this company to fill the part of me missing? What if some deranged wiring or disease has forced me to isolate myself away instead of considering being part of a team like the one here at your company? I feel pretty good right now, and I’m not even officially part of anything. Just even filling out this application is fixing me.

Sky Ferreira - Everything Is Embarrassing

Boys, they’re a dime a dozen
Boys they ain’t doin’ nothing
For me any longer

(8 plays)

stripetee:

going through a lot of this old junk 

idk i’m trying to feel a bit more inspired but I just need to get out there again

aka i need more friends/models

message me if you’re down to hang out in LA and don’t mind me shooting you (hah haha)

Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
Don’t even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic — decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began.

—Mary Oliver, The Journey  (via tallerthanataxicab)

(Source: penamerican)

kawahineaihonua:

Stills from Issey Miyake Moves, 2002. 

(Source: stevenmeiselfie)


"My main focus in coming to Paris was just to open a tiny shop, but there happened something, because I wasn’t the only one, the other designer (Rei Kawakubo) did the same thing. So, for European people, it was like a new movement arrived, or new army arrived. I think they accepted it in their way, so I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to open a tiny shop."

"My main focus in coming to Paris was just to open a tiny shop, but there happened something, because I wasn’t the only one, the other designer (Rei Kawakubo) did the same thing. So, for European people, it was like a new movement arrived, or new army arrived. I think they accepted it in their way, so I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to open a tiny shop."