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"if people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day"

findyoursanction:

- Calivn and Hobbes

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fuck you.

fuck you.

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at least there’s coffee

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Ever since moving to New York City,

I am occasionally struck by a sense of foreboding when I go out for an evening that I will run into someone I haven’t seen in years and it will be awkward. It scares me more than it should. I suppose that ultimately, regardless of how great a role the past played in shaping the current me, I want nothing to do with it.

It’s strange to think about the ambiguous “I haven’t seem them in years” group of friends that populate one’s past. For the first big chunk of your life, you aren’t even old enough for it to be possible. Or at least you don’t have any control over it. If your friend moves across the country when you’re six, there’s not much you can do.

But there comes a point where you suddenly realize there are people you used to call friends that are so far removed from your life that just the thought of them is odd, like a social phantom limb. And you never think about that possibility in fifth grade. And now you are old enough to do something about it.

And then that group grows, and maybe it has people in it that you were friends with the first time you ever realized the group even existed. And then you move to New York and there are so many people that came here from somewhere else and that “I haven’t seen them in years” group has gotten bigger and it feels more and more likely every day that you’ll turn the corner and be staring one of them in the face.

Tags: prose life nyc
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The exquisite @kristentoma brightening up a bakery.

The exquisite @kristentoma brightening up a bakery.

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(Source: nprmusic, via npr)

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"Staying up to the minute is a grind, not a pleasure."

"In Praise of (offline) Slow Reading" (via sometimesagreatnotion)

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Recently Realized:

I have heard said that the release from a sneeze is 1/3 the pleasure of an orgasm.

My sneezes often come in groups of three.

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teachingliteracy:

myidealhome:
cozy personal library (via Interior inspirations)

Mmph

teachingliteracy:

myidealhome:

cozy personal library (via Interior inspirations)

Mmph

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monsterbeard:

Not sure if my wife is the most patient woman in the world or if she’s secretly plotting my death. Both?

monsterbeard:

Not sure if my wife is the most patient woman in the world or if she’s secretly plotting my death. Both?

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January 7th, 2014

A Good Day

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"Hell is
loving you in my sleep
and waking up alone."

— (via yeah-i-love-you)

wow

(Source: absentions, via playingtheboard)

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tinymediaempire:

'The Town'for Ben Affleck & Mondo24x36” 5 color screenprint2013I saw The Town at a midnight opening showing at the Boston Common theatre, surrounded by drunk locals and townies who would cheer in rows every time one of their friends appeared on screen as an extra (about every 5 minutes) or the camera passed by their apartment or favorite Dunkin Donuts (any establishing shot). I heard beer bottles rolling down the aisles, people shouting at the screen in the thickest of Boston accents. It was one of my favorite theatre-going experiences, partially because it was not dissimilar from the countless games ive attended at Fenway Park. fun and unruly. this movie and the town it pseudo-represents has an energy thats just hard to describe, but is really fun to be immersed in. The third act reveal of the final heist resulted in a full theatre ROAR. yeah, its a goofy movie, but whatever man. nobody ever stood up in a showing of Blade Runner and screamed “THATS MY BOY DONNY. FUCK YEAH DONNY.” and thats why im stoked to have made this poster.

tinymediaempire:

'The Town'
for Ben Affleck & Mondo
24x36” 5 color screenprint
2013

I saw The Town at a midnight opening showing at the Boston Common theatre, surrounded by drunk locals and townies who would cheer in rows every time one of their friends appeared on screen as an extra (about every 5 minutes) or the camera passed by their apartment or favorite Dunkin Donuts (any establishing shot). I heard beer bottles rolling down the aisles, people shouting at the screen in the thickest of Boston accents. It was one of my favorite theatre-going experiences, partially because it was not dissimilar from the countless games ive attended at Fenway Park. fun and unruly. this movie and the town it pseudo-represents has an energy thats just hard to describe, but is really fun to be immersed in. The third act reveal of the final heist resulted in a full theatre ROAR. yeah, its a goofy movie, but whatever man. nobody ever stood up in a showing of Blade Runner and screamed “THATS MY BOY DONNY. FUCK YEAH DONNY.” and thats why im stoked to have made this poster.

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