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May 23

jesuisperdu: stopping off place

jesuisperdu:

stopping off place

May 22

wickedknickers: lauramcphee: L’artiste, French postcard c1925 = me once I transform my room into a studio with a bed in it. 

wickedknickers:

lauramcphee: L’artiste, French postcard c1925

= me once I transform my room into a studio with a bed in it. 

potdealer: Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.

potdealer:

Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?

John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.

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suicideblonde: Moonrise Kingdom

suicideblonde:

Moonrise Kingdom

infinitetext: Wes Anderson, The Royal Tenenbaums, 2001.

infinitetext:

Wes Anderson, The Royal Tenenbaums, 2001.

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forages: National Geographic / December / 1973

forages:

National Geographic / December / 1973

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“I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.” — Nan Goldin  (via cityyandcolour)

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thenewinquiry: On Saturday, journalist Laurie Penny and I were drinking tea and talking about making something together. The next day she took the 17-hour Occupy Wall Street busride down to Chicago, to cover the #noNato protests. Laurie sent me snaps of her busmates: kids who were singing Disney songs as they prepared to be beaten and arrested. So I drew them. Illustration by Molly Crabapple Read Laurie’s coverage here.

thenewinquiry:

On Saturday, journalist Laurie Penny and I were drinking tea and talking about making something together. The next day she took the 17-hour Occupy Wall Street busride down to Chicago, to cover the #noNato protests. Laurie sent me snaps of her busmates: kids who were singing Disney songs as they prepared to be beaten and arrested. So I drew them.

Illustration by Molly Crabapple

Read Laurie’s coverage here.

May 21

I love Peggy

I love Peggy

“I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’m gone which would not have happened if I had not come.” — Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children (via larmoyante)

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“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.” — East of Eden by John Steinbeck  (via quote-book)

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May 20

“Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.” — ― Haruki Murakami (via skinmaps)

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