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karoshi: To finals week, with love. And by “love”, I mean...

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 04:15:22 -0600

karoshi:

To finals week, with love.

And by “love”, I mean “hatred”.

Eating cereal

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With other people:

Alone:

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"But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just..."

Tue, 20 Sep 2011 03:56:42 -0500

“But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That’s my problem now. I can’t find the image.”

- Toru Okada (Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)

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maliciousglamour: Harper’s Bazaar, 1962Photographer: Saul...

Mon, 15 Aug 2011 18:54:59 -0500

maliciousglamour:

Harper’s Bazaar, 1962
Photographer: Saul Leiter
Model: Iris Bianchi

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Mon, 01 Aug 2011 23:11:35 -0500

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"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but..."

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 07:26:11 -0500

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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

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- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via ihatejackets)

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sacraments: BJORK CRYSTALLINE (DIRECTED BY MICHEL GONDRY)

Tue, 26 Jul 2011 00:40:14 -0500

sacraments:

BJORK CRYSTALLINE (DIRECTED BY MICHEL GONDRY)

quet: madeon - pop culture (live mashup) SICK.

Wed, 13 Jul 2011 15:59:22 -0500

quet:

madeon - pop culture (live mashup)

SICK.