shhhling
Elliott Smith - Alameda
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fluxxxy:

the two best days of my life were 1. when I finally found Alameda in Portland and 2. when I realized I lived across the street from Condor Avenue

red-lipstick:

Harry Paul Ally aka Harry Ally (b. 1949, Somerville, NJ) - Two Arms     Mixed Media on Canvas

red-lipstick:

Harry Paul Ally aka Harry Ally (b. 1949, Somerville, NJ) - Two Arms     Mixed Media on Canvas

Weeeeeeehoooooooo what a great day. I’m too pooped to type a list of very good things, because I wouldn’t be able to stop. But just know life is great. And your life is probably great. And if not, just wait.

Weeeeeeehoooooooo what a great day. I’m too pooped to type a list of very good things, because I wouldn’t be able to stop. But just know life is great. And your life is probably great. And if not, just wait.

cynicalidealism:

"My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence."

cynicalidealism:

"My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence."

red-lipstick:

Edwige Fouvry (b. 1970, Nantes, France) - Lisa 01, 2013    Drawings: Oil Pastels on Paper

red-lipstick:

Edwige Fouvry (b. 1970, Nantes, France) - Lisa 01, 2013    Drawings: Oil Pastels on Paper

antipahtico:


Still Life with Scabiosa and Ranunculus ~ Vincent van Gogh 1886

antipahtico:

Still Life with Scabiosa and RanunculusVincent van Gogh 1886

No one here gets out alive.
― Jim Morrison (via psych-quotes)

artruby:

Jacob Hashimoto’s Gas Giant at MOCA

aquaticwonder:

Treading
Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via larmoyante)