but it is written on tablets of human hearts

reading: the circle by dave eggers; watching: masters of sex, the americans ; shower singing: never let me go - jakaranda ; rewatching: the good wife
~ Wednesday, August 27 ~
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~ Monday, August 18 ~
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that moment when…

your Zumba instructor who you have a huge girl crush on recognizes you sitting like a bum outside of the gym sweaty from just finishing her class and says to you “shit it’s hot outside” and all you can conjure up at the moment is to reply “yup, it is”

CAPTAIN OBVIOUS REPORTING FOR DUTY. /facepalm

It could’ve been a beautiful moment of bonding, but no.

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~ Thursday, August 14 ~
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nevver:

Your moment of Zen, Hengki Koentjoro


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~ Sunday, August 10 ~
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~ Saturday, August 9 ~
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ofgeography:

so here’s a fun story about this movie. guess who loves this movie? me! i do! i love this movie. i love this movie so much that when i was in the 7th grade and i saw “first wives club 2” on pay per view i was like: HELL YEAH!! FIRST WIVES CLUB TWO!! NO ONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A SEQUEL!!!

here’s the synopsis for first wives club 2:

disgruntled first wives take their ex-husbands’ new lovers under their wing.

sounds great, right? awesome viewing material for a precocious 11-year-old.

so i buy this movie, and like, three minutes into it i’m starting to feel suspicious?? like it’s really low quality and my girls are nowhere in sight?? how come none of the first wives are the same?? how come they’re alone in a bedroom with mood lighting?? why is she taking off her shirt?? why are they both taking off their shirts?? WHY ARE THEY—

here’s what i did not know about first wives club 2:

  • it is a lesbian porno of no relation to the beloved 1996 classic.

so of course i, horrified that i’ve accidentally bought porn on my family’s account (and in that state of panic that kids work themselves into whenever anything regarding sex is mentioned), quickly shut off the TV and go upstairs and watch an episode of veggie tales to like, cleanse my soul and apologize to jesus, and that’s that.

EXCEPT, OF COURSE:

  • you have to pay for pay per view.

so the end of the month comes and i have completely put this incident out of my mind, haha, i accidentally bought porn, how funny, TELL NO ONE. right? and i’m sitting at a nice dinner with my mother, my stepfather, and my very religious aunt deb, and we’re just talking about farm things, whatever, when suddenly my mother puts her fork down and says, “okay, there’s something we need to discuss. as a family.”

  • AS A FAMILY.

and i’m like, running through a list of people i know who could conceivably be dead, and fantasizing about my mother announcing that she’s going to buy me My Own Computer Just Because U Earned It Kiddo, and she pulls out a piece of paper that says DIRECTV across the top. and i’m like: OH NO.

"i received the tv bill today," my mother said, and i was like, shoveling potatoes into my mouth as fast as i could because i knew that when i went to PORN PRISON they weren’t going to feed me this kind of quality starch. "does anybody want to tell me who purchased the pornography?"

as a reminder, a quick table survey:

  • my mother, surprised and disappointed by the porn bill (innocent)
  • my stepfather, a grumbly old cowboy who just wants to sing along to kenny chesney and watch the hunt for red october (innocent)
  • my aunt deb, a super religious catholic whose best friend is a nun named Sister Placid (innocent)
  • me, the 11-year-old with a mouthful of potatoes who definitely purchased the lesbian pornography

silence.

my mother said, “i’m not going to ask again.”

silence.

my aunt looked at my stepdad. my stepdad looked at my aunt. NOBODY LOOKED AT ME, THE 11-YEAR-OLD WITH A MOUTHFUL OF POTATOES WHO DEFINITELY PURCHASED THE LESBIAN PORNOGRAPHY.

my mother shook her head and put the bill down. “this was incredibly inappropriate,” she said. “skip, deb, whoever. buy that shit on your own time. i’m not paying for it. what if molly had seen it?”

  • WHAT IF MOLLY HAD SEEN IT?

"don’t expose my kid to that crap."

  • DON’T
  • EXPOSE
  • MY KID
  • TO THAT CRAP

"if you want to watch porn, fine, but do it in private and don’t expect me to pay for it. i can’t believe one of you did that in the living room."

  • I CAN’T BELIEVE ONE OF YOU DID THAT
  • IN THE LIVING ROOM

but molly, why didn’t you own up to it and explain that it was an accident?

  • are you fucking kidding
  • i did not want to go to porn prison

the fun conclusion to this story is that i never owned up to it, which means that there are 3 people in the world who have not solved the mystery of the lesbian porn. a quick survey:

  • my mother, who lives every day wondering whose porn she paid for
  • my stepfather, who probably wishes he knew less about his wife’s sister’s porn preferences
  • my aunt, who probably wishes she knew less about her sister’s husband’s porn preferences

but molly, why don’t you own up to it now, with the safety of time and distance and the knowledge that porn prison isn’t real?

  • are you fucking kidding
  • this is the best thing i’ve ever done

(Source: bellecs)


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~ Friday, August 8 ~
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simonthollotphotography:

La Maison sans Escaliers (The Stairless House)

Built in 1939, this housing unit does not possess a lift or stairs, but a slightly sloping helicoidal gradient. This stairless house has a twin building on the adjacent street number: both consist of 36 apartments over six floors.

The stairless house ! The house of tomorrow. Why ?

Stairs are a barbaric way of  climbing floors. Stair steps force the same pace on all: on children and elders alike, on the ill and on the healthy.

With our tilted rising arcade, everyone walks a step which pleases them, long or short, fast or slow, just as one would walk on a sidewalk. […]

    — Auguste Bossu, Architect


Saint-Étienne, France - August 2014


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nevver:

Lost Horizon, Louise Lebourgeois


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~ Sunday, August 3 ~
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~ Friday, August 1 ~
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Chasing tacos

My love affair with tacos started off with a slow burn and has turned into a love fueled by the passion of a thousand suns. 

I think I want tacos at my wedding. 

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~ Tuesday, July 29 ~
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cross-connect:

Magda Dudziak was born and raised in Poland and she is currently based in Chicago where she is finishing her BFA at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She works primarily in collage (analog and digital), mixed media, painting and sporadically in sculpture.

Dudziak’s recent collage work focuses on fragmentation (fragments of memory), displacement, passage of time and perception. She is interested in deconstructing already existing images to create new meaning(s).

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