Spacesaver :)
(via randominternet and Tobias Fraenzel)
Introducing
Louise; she cuts them blunt and wears them round. ☂
Connecting
Linking
Stalking
(via lukees)
About time!
(via washingmachineacid)
DALI!
Me in 50 Years :)
For Halloween 2009?
(via theslyestfox and Diana Eng)
(via icanread)
Jim: (dressed as Dwight) Last week, I was in a drugstore and I saw these glasses. Four dollars. And it only cost me seven dollars to recreate the rest of the ensemble. And that’s a grand total of.. (punches in numbers in his watch, and holds it up to the camera.) Eleven dollars.
(via washingmachineacid)
King of PassiAgressidom
(via delayprocrastinate)
Off to see Salvador Dali in Melbourne!
‘Cause she’s a trooper.
(via littlemiss)
ATTENTION ALINTA!
Will attempt to make the whole Seasame St Crew for you after I get back from Melbourne.
Project, hoorah!
Also, thank you for the dress. It fits perfectly if I don’t breathe too often :)
(via Maison des Reveries)
"I barely knew them – they were aliens, after all, visitors from a familiar-sounding elsewhere, slipping into our awareness by an unimaginable route – and yet I’m profoundly stirred by their loss. I’m trying to work out why that is. In the end I decide it’s because although I, we, didn’t really know them, they knew us, and whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end."
— The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salmon Rushdie.
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