god i never get sick of these hippies.

2:22 pm  •  30 May 2012  •  1 note

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

11:47 am  •  24 May 2012

Claudia Varosio now featured on Fab.
Fab.com
A self-described film fanatic, Claudia Varosio uses her passion to create fantasy posters for very real movies. Beautifully inspired by her favorite films, Varosio’s unofficial images are based on the bold style of comics and vintage posters—and have been featured in Newsweek and ApartmentTherapy.

I want all of them.  James don’t look at this if you’ve been drinking :)

1:27 pm  •  15 May 2012

Heather Mattoon now featured on Fab.
Fab.com
Artist Heather Mattoon has a way with cats and dogs and paints them in a variety of elaborate outfits. She dreams up a personality for each creature, and then dresses it to match. Her paintings are so vivid and realistic, you’ll start wishing you could shoot the breeze with these snazzy household pets. 

1:26 pm  •  15 May 2012

what do i stand for?! 

2:43 pm  •  11 May 2012  •  1 note

TV on the Radio - DLZ (by Dubberzz)

8:58 pm  •  24 April 2012

eat up all of my mystery as fast as you can, then swallow it and shit it out without even telling me how it tasted.

12:02 pm  •  23 April 2012

douchefaggery:

Sweet Dreams That I Used To Know - Gotye/ Beyonce

3:50 pm  •  16 April 2012  •  4 notes

i don’t want you to die.  am i allowed to say that?  has anyone said that to you yet?  because even though it’s obvious i think you should hear it.  i’m not ready for you to be gone, i want to buy you little boats in trinket stores so many more times, i want to wake up early and eat cereal out of yellow bowls with you and watch as you methodically cut up bananas on to mine.  i want to take you to the beach and i’m ok with you walking slow, your water shoes pushing sand onto my feet and that hat you wear to block the sun out of your eyes.

my first memory is with you having a picnic under a willow tree, there is a red blanket and the creek by your old farm house and us, but i see us like i am watching us from above, me and my blonde hair and you with grey just starting to make it’s way in.  you are those trees, and that dam, and the creek that ran past your house.  you are that kitchen and the kittens outside the screen door, you are him coming home from work dirty and smelly, a smile spread across his face.  you are my whole past, my whole life, my whole future.  if i could just get inside your head and know how you are handling old age maybe i wouldn’t be scared of getting older, because just like back then, your hand over mine leading the way makes everything ok.  

8:45 pm  •  14 April 2012  •  2 notes

“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer

8:16 pm  •  21 March 2012  •  1 note