#SummerFriday L’inspiration! #KiraSugiyama - In the Water, 1954.


#SummerFriday L’inspiration! #KiraSugiyama - In the Water, 1954.

dude’s comin to omaha in diciembre

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."

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summer sentiments




Experiments with Ink by Paccastudios


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This Year Ride A Bicycle, 1924
Ralph Steiner


This Year Ride A Bicycle, 1924

Ralph Steiner

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Department of Eagles – Floating on the Lehigh (69 plays)

Whispers dragging me down
Brother, breathe easy now
Nothing’s taking over you
The kids can all crowd around
The candles on the mantle wave kind regards,
regards, regards, regards

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Audrey Stommes

Under Wraps

Audrey is awesome!

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Seams of ore


Sorrow is so woven through us, so much a part of our souls, or at least any understanding of our souls that we are able to attain, that every experience is dyed with its color. This is why, even in moments of joy, part of that joy is the seams of ore that are our sorrow. They burn darkly and beautifully in the midst of joy, and they make joy the complete experience that it is. But they still burn. 

-Christian Wiman