a brief history of who i love: Regret nothing. Not... →
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook, not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication, not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot, the one you beat to the punch…
Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as...– Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher) I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder. (via notational) Amen, Eno. (via absolumentmoderne)
sugar is smoking by Jason Schneiderman
it’s amazing how death is always around the corner, or not even so far away as that, hiding in the little pleasures that some of us would go so far as to say are the only things keeping us alive http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23545
keraunopathy replied to your photo who are you, even I don’t know.
i wanna have whimsical music playing while i make...
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Rookie Mag: What would you like to tell the young, impressionable minds reading Rookie?
Chris Ware: Well, that life is a lot more serious and shorter than it seems like it will be. And that you can easily waste it. And that happiness is overrated. Be kind.
"DYING SHOULD BE AS EASY AS FALLING OFF A LOG"
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