unpureunchaste:

iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so godamn cool

the raddest shit i’ve ever reblogged
unpureunchaste:

iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so godamn cool

the raddest shit i’ve ever reblogged
unpureunchaste:

iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so godamn cool

the raddest shit i’ve ever reblogged

unpureunchaste:

iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so godamn cool

the raddest shit i’ve ever reblogged

(via iwantthepharaohs)

humansofnewyork:

“They are taking control of the water supply. They are breaking dams, and flooding crops, and destroying the food supply of an entire country. They are forcing hundreds of thousands from their homes. It seems that there is a hand behind all of this. They are very calculating. They are making their moves very carefully to destroy the human soul. They want to rob an entire people of food and water and homes, as if to wipe them from the pages of history. And when they take the homes from these people, the children have no place to play. The children have no place to be young. No physical space, and no emotional space. They have no place to be a child, so their only frame of reference is war and fighting. And when that’s all they know, how can they grow up to be doctors and teachers? All they can possibly know is the desire for revenge and hatred for their enemies. I wish people would understand that Iraq is filled with intelligent, civilized people. This was the cradle of civilization in the Ancient World. Even the Garden of Eden was here. These aren’t dust covered, nameless refugees being forced from their homes. The refugee camps are filled with architects, and musicians, and teachers.”

sissy-boy-slap-party:

Cutie and the Boxer (Zachary Heinzerling, 2013)
sissy-boy-slap-party:

Cutie and the Boxer (Zachary Heinzerling, 2013)
sissy-boy-slap-party:

Cutie and the Boxer (Zachary Heinzerling, 2013)
sissy-boy-slap-party:

Cutie and the Boxer (Zachary Heinzerling, 2013)

sissy-boy-slap-party:

Cutie and the Boxer (Zachary Heinzerling, 2013)

(via vjoriqor)

“Everything they told you about how to live in the world when you were a kid is a lie. Education doesn’t matter, not even on paper. Being ethical doesn’t matter. Being a good person doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you’re endlessly capable of the hustle, of bringing in that long green, of being entertaining to enough people that somebody will want to give you money or fuck you or fund your startup. We’re all sharks now; if we stop swimming for just a little too long, we die. We lose followers. We’re lame. We’re not worth funding, or fucking. Because all that matters is the endless churn, the endless parade, the endless cycle of buying and trying to sell and being bought and sold by people who tell you that they’re your friends, man, not like those others. Microsoft is evil and Google is not evil, except when they are, but that’s not really important, and if you decide that maybe you’re tired of being reduced to nothing more than a potential lead for a sales pitch, like something out of a fucking David Mamet play, then you’re a hater and irrelevant and a Luddite. And besides, what would you do with yourself if you weren’t checking Facebook or playing Candy Crush Saga or watching some teenage dumbass smash his genitals on the side of a pool on YouTube? What the fuck would you even do, bro?”

Q

Anonymous asked:

What are you looking for?

A

That’s an interesting question. What is anyone “looking for”? Like, right now, I’m looking for a mattress because I just moved into a basement and have been sleeping on the floor.

In the morning I very desperately look around my room for change to take the bus to work, because I’m too cheap for an Orca card and too stupid to realize how much money I’d save if I bought one. 


Most days I’m looking for a way to get myself to write, and what I’m looking for when I write is a very thin thread of something that will make me pretend, for just a second, that whatever bullshit I’m suffering through at that particular moment is worthwhile, simply because it’s part of some grand artistic project that I’m engaged in.

What I’m “looking for” is something that will obscure my own meaningless place within neoliberal capitalism; that will make all of the girls who left me for better men regret losing someone who was so obviously talented and intelligent; that will make my grandfather’s Alzheimer’s into something sort of beautiful instead of completely ugly; that will make my very vapid, very shallow, very selfish life into something supposedly meaningful and important.

I’m just looking for what everyone is looking for—what they’ve always been looking for, even when things like food and water were the objects of their daily struggles: something to make me forget, however briefly, that nothing really matters and that I don’t know jack shit about the universe I live in.


James Dean photographed by Sanford Roth, 1955.

James Dean photographed by Sanford Roth, 1955.

James Dean photographed by Sanford Roth, 1955.

(via jamesdeandaily)

conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui
conflictingheart:

Photography By Masashi Wakui

Trying to write something that isn’t surreal

in the desperate attempt to make myself feel again.