No Skin Off My Nose

Your Hat Gone Now These Twenty Years January 1, 1965

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man the crazy thing about babies is that like, some people would think that reading a baby a book about farm animals is teaching them about farm animals, but really it’s teaching them about the concept of a book and how there’s new information on each page of a single object, but really, beyond that, it’s teaching them how language works, and beyond that it’s really actually teaching them about human interaction, and really really it’s them learning about existing in a three-dimensional space and how they can navigate that space, but actually, above all it is teaching them that mama loves them.

robertogreco:
““Make America an endless expanse of old-growth forest with no certain borders again.” (via Jack Jenkins)
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robertogreco:

“Make America an endless expanse of old-growth forest with no certain borders again.” (via Jack Jenkins)

Yes! This is it, this is my aesthetic. Sometimes I think my aesthetic is International Dirtbag Skate Punk, sometimes I think it’s Literally Cayce Pollard, but actually it’s Giant Androgynous Stuffed Cat Sweater with Bedhead.

Yes! This is it, this is my aesthetic. Sometimes I think my aesthetic is International Dirtbag Skate Punk, sometimes I think it’s Literally Cayce Pollard, but actually it’s Giant Androgynous Stuffed Cat Sweater with Bedhead.

(Source: tincll, via cheminsdudesir)

Welcome to another edition of Has Anyone Actually Ever Read Lolita??
Here’s Woman’s Secret using the name of a girl who was raped by her stepfather to sell underwear.

Welcome to another edition of Has Anyone Actually Ever Read Lolita??

Here’s Woman’s Secret using the name of a girl who was raped by her stepfather to sell underwear.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

H: What is the cheese who lives?

Me: The whaaa?

H, annoyed: The cheese! Who lives!

Me, brain is melting: There is a cheese who lives??

H, really angry: THE CHEESE! WHO LIVES! IN THE OCEAN!

Jaime: You mean SpongeBob SquarePants?

H: Yeah! That one.

Would you believe that I used to think that I hated cherries? Because I didn’t like “cherry”-flavored things (lollipops, medicine, maraschinos)?
I remember the first time I ate a cherry like it was yesterday. It was the summer of 2005, I had just...

Would you believe that I used to think that I hated cherries? Because I didn’t like “cherry”-flavored things (lollipops, medicine, maraschinos)?

I remember the first time I ate a cherry like it was yesterday. It was the summer of 2005, I had just turned 21. That summer I worked painting dorms at my university. We were sitting outside, on the stairs, eating lunch, facing away from the parking lots, towards the woods. My coworker Matt offered me a cherry. I said I didn’t like cherries, he couldn’t believe it so he nagged me until I tried one.

I lost track of Matt shortly thereafter, but I’m still grateful that he got me to eat cherries.

straccitemporanei:

Julio Lafuente, Gaetano Rebecchini, Capanna a Capocotta (Roma),  1965 

via: http://divisare.com/projects/339294-julio-lafuente-capanna-a-capocotta

I think a big problem with children’s games/toys/books/clothes/anything designed for children is that the designers don’t actually remember what it was like to be a child, they only observe children and make decisions based on what they see (or what parents want). But the guys who designed this cabin clearly remember what it was like to be a child, and that is why I love it so much.

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Little cloud friends

Well,

I guess that now people will believe me when I say that spending a weekend in New York City and thinking you’ve seen the United States is like going shopping in Dubai and thinking you’ve seen the Middle East.

More things that happen when you don’t let your children watch TV: they watch the washing machine until it lulls them to sleep.

More things that happen when you don’t let your children watch TV: they watch the washing machine until it lulls them to sleep.

(Listening to All Day and All of the Night by The Kinks)

Me: Now’s the part where I play the air guitar!

H: Ok! I’m going to play my air bassoon.

Making Ottolenghi’s sweet corn polenta one last time before the end of the season.

Making Ottolenghi’s sweet corn polenta one last time before the end of the season.

Dreamy cliffside patio, Castro-Urdiales (Cantabria)

Dreamy cliffside patio, Castro-Urdiales (Cantabria)

Shit, I’m late!

Me, talking to myself: What time is it?

H, looks at the clock: Hmm, it’s quarter past to five.